Thursday, January 21, 2010
Old Men and Kangol Hats
Old Men and Kangols go together like oil and water. Israel and Palestine. Culture and Texas.
Oh, naughty Mona. Your eyes say yes. Your hand says yes. Your lips say yes.
Yet your pink bikini-bra asks me to run up from behind, pull it back, snap it, then run off giggling. Just like I did in third grade.
And I would do it all again.
