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his nose began to run muttered Fuckin hay fever thought hed given it the slip in his Thirties when he finally put the Midwest in his rearview mirror

                                    he was trying desperately to get a handkerchief out of the outside pocket stitched to the side of the canvas bag he slung over his shoulder but it was warpeddistended by four large nonfiction hardbound library books and cans of cat fud

    it wasnt playing nice

as a kid  itchyrheumy eyes  a flowing nose  the cotton handkerchiefs jammed in his back pockets were dismally inept  however within a weeknot much more they gave way to colourful bandannas his mother bought for him because he needed more area  more cloth

a fifth book was tucked in his armpit  leek greens tucked in the other

                                                                           if he happened to drive past himself hed have guessed Houdini

an Houdini wasnt getting out of those embracesFINALLYSTOPPED slipped the bag from his shoulder down onto the street

extracted the handkerchief

gratefully blew his leaking nose saved only from dripping on his tshirt by repeated strong sniffs

                                                                                                   cocaine sniffs

updeep from his asshole cocaine sniffs

AwmyGawd

               it felt so good to clear his head

the bag was so stuffed nothing shifted

got his thumb under the straps  hoisted it back onto his shoulder greens back in his armpit  he liberated the fifth Wounded  Percival Everett  began reading again as he walked

                                                                         hopefully Houdini wouldnt reemerge

he was really relating to diggin Wounded   he didnt want to be interrupted

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