don't tell anyone where you got it

who knew there was such a thing as a black market for yo-yo's. after i got off work saturday, i tried to track down vince to prove to him that i was still alive and well. i found him ripping shreds of paper into tinier shreds of paper and even though i knew what was on his mind i asked him anyway. "i wannna cigarette so f*ck'n bad bengt" to which i replied, "try to take your mind off it vince." so we went outside and he busted out this yo-yo he had got himself for when his cravings hit really hard. then low and behold lindsay busted out a yo-yo too. i was feeling really out of place until i smelled something horrible behind me and felt a tap on my shoulder. a very homeless entrepenuer looked me up and down then opened his jacket to reveal a yo-yo. "it's yours if you want it," he said. never one to look a gift horse in the mouth i walked away walking the dog.