I sang the Sanford and Son theme song
As I skipped my way through the junk yard with my bag of tools.
no one laughed except for me
I had a fantasy that someone left money in one of the glove compartments of the cars
and for one minute I looked over the expanse of cars
in the Sahara desert with the hot sun burning the back of my neck ( hmmmm... )
and realized I better get what I need and move on before the culture got to be
too much for me.
I did not belong there.
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