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10.08.02 - 11:31 p.m. i live directly off a highway. well, two turns off it. Not a loud highway, and honestly, i didnt even realize it was a highway until i followed it to beccas cabin. Its mostly just "The Moutain." as in "I was driving up the mountain." No one refers to it as hwy 127, unless you happen to be a lost tourist or super excited about the planets longest yard sale which also happens along the same road. Its longsish and hilly and mostly obnoxious as its the last ten minutes before home, in the way all the roads that are the last ten minutes are. Today, though, something different. There is a house on the left that is never left alone. At first it was drastic front yard landscaping, followed by a sauna type thing which appeared to turn into a whole eastern religion style bathing area. Then the icicle lights that went up in august a few years ago and stayed, drooping in the middle. Always lost bug killers or lawn care workers or sewage specialists not used to the quick turns of 127 pulling out in front of lexus' and bmw's angry trophy wives raising their bejewelled fists and honking, daintily. And now a white sign with blue letters. Probaly taller than i am, both ways. Everyones talking about it. "The Sign Halfway Down the Mountain...Have you seen it?" A poem that started out with a simple ABAB rhyme scheme "If you Love your Wife as I do Mine..." and continues on, ditching the scheme but continuing with an admirable and an impassioned plea to his wife who has obviously left him and his far eastern outside bathing area. THe last line is spraypainted in bigger letters; "Honey Please Call." I drove by tonight on my way to the doctors office and that man was on his porch with his forearms on his knees and a cigarette between his knuckles and he had a friend with him on the front steps in the same position. And they were talking; that slow way that men have when theyre alone and speaking of women. And he put his head in his hands and his friend looked out towards the road and took a drag of his cigarette and our eyes met. And all of this only lasted two seconds and it amazed me how many huge things happen all around us all the time. How many intricate beauties can occur in the time it takes a toyota camry to round the last curve on hwy 127.
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