Good from Far but Far from Good

To kill the monotony of the daily back and forth drive from Country to Ghetto, Annie and I play a little game of you take the men on the left, I'll take the men on the right. To my surprise, I located a ghetto thug who had a certain je ne sais quoi. It has been fun giving the Valley Girl Finger Wave whenever I pass the Pine block. Of course, I just knew not to talk to him. Once he opens his mouth, I told Annie, he'll be an unemployed ghetto moron who can't form a sentence. For now, he's whatever I want. Of course, we women must always test Blue Beard's key. Driving by solo on Tuesday, windows down for a change, I pass mystery man walking on the side walk 2 feet from the car. He motions to stop. Dumb Dumb I do Dumb Dumb. He opens his mouth with a "what's your name?" and lo and behold his two front teeth and only his two front teeth are yellow brick road yellow. You gotta to love God's humour. Back to the drawing board combing the area for something nice to look at pretending I'll be able to resist making the fantasy tragically and disappointingly real.