Caucasian male, mid 30s, with long brown hair and graying goatee, wearing grey shirt, black jeans, black Converse, and carrying a black World Famous bag slung across his chest.
The Last King of Scotland, Giles Foden (Faber and Faber)
Page 194:
Him frowning, laughing, holding his clenched fist up to his mouth.
Him with a baby.
Him driving a jeep through jubilant crowds.
Him alone.
Him with me.
He watched his neighbour line up a stroke at the bacchi ball and wondered how much force it would take to shut this guy up, once and for all. He’d been in the same position forever, huddled over a bottle of Coors Light sweating between his knees. When he finally smacked the ball it was with such force that it took air landing in the decorative fishpond with a plop, a cue for the dog to take speed and another crack at the gold fish. Standing straight his neighbour took a long swig and Cheers-ed his host as his young wife replaced his empty with a tall, cool one.
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And here I thought I was the only one who couldn’t resist reading the book titles (and pages, when possible) of my fellow TTC riders. Beautiful site! I can’t believe I didn’t know about it until now.
Comment left by Stacey on June 25th, 2008 at 1:52 pm
Voyeurism that’s both educational and entertainging!
Enjoy Stacey!
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