69-word blog, or “Dufferin Bus”

The man sitting across from me on the bus was the same as any other man I’ve seen on the bus. Face. Two legs. Two arms. Piece of sheetrock for a hat. Squirrels for eye-glasses. Wearing a shirt for pants, and a horse for shoes. He was whittling a birdhouse from a pineapple and I tried to make eye contact but he was having none of it, no sir.

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