Smokey the frickin’ bear (a street short)

30139782011_f7e0919f67_o“Is that Smokey the Frickin Bear on that window?” he almost said out loud while lying on all his worldy possessions right there on Edgewood Avenue. On the edge. The rant in his head continued. “What the hell is Smokey the Frickin’ Bear doing on that window? Are they trying to say the barbecue is so smokin’ they need Smokey the Frickin’ Bear? And these people make money and I don’t?” And then he fell asleep, somehow proud of himself. Somehow certain he still had it. His essence. His edge. (See more Street Shorts here.)

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