All around them are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces.
Because when you're a carpenter in the desert you can't get wood.
Because they're always trying to find the x. They don't know y, either.
He answered the iron
Two pies to the face and one somewhere in a field in Pennsylvania.
By the dandruff on her shoes.
A Bondana.
A pilot.
None - because they would all be replaced by white actors.
So they can park in handicap spots.
All dressed up, with no place to go.
