TALES OF AN ORANGEPEELER an archive of pleasures, wounds, sublimations & other curiosities :: profile 08.04.22 On my walk last night, I passed Terence, striding down the street with his head down and back sloped, wearing a tracksuit topped with a cowboy hat. He creeps me out, but I say hi to him nevertheless. Turning, he roared, "Do you have children?!" Prick. Later the husband said, "He pretends he's stupid but he's really not." |