by bofa xesjum
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john prester fell asleep at the wheel, and delilah ran off the road and down a bank and flipped over.
when john woke up he could not move and did not know who he was or what he was.
it was between three and four o'clock in the morning and the sky was filled with threatening clouds.
where are the highway patrol now when you need them, john might have thought but did not.
he was riding through the same night he always had. looking for something to look for.
he wanted to be a strange man, because that was who he wanted to be.
to have men point at him and say, brother, there goes a strange man.
to have women whisper to each other about him in their mink coats
walking down the gangplank of the haunted house in malibu or marseille.
smoking a cigarette in a holder like the king of greece.
no orchestra - just a gypsy to toss a coin to.
a gold coin from the tomb of a pharoah.
whom he had been in a previous life.
i am afraid it is closing time.
yes, even for you, my lord.
the good times are over.
how quickly, how quickly.
they went by.
good night.
night.
the end
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