What are we gonna be when we grow up? I'd like to be a bum. A gypsy. I don't care what they call us. I don't want to hear the shrillness of my cell phone alarm. I don't want to look out and see desk and laptop. I want to see mile markers and houses shaped like cowboys. I want conversations that don't need to be stopped because I obsess. Let's not grow up and just not grow old and tell everyone we're the age we are now even when that gets ridiculous. Let's cut across the highways in shriner cars festooned with machine guns and popcorn balls.

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Words - S