Friday, May 18, 2007

Draggin

I swear I'm not making fun of those less fortunate and confined to wheelchairs. However, I am mocking this lady because she wasn't actually cripple, just really lame.

This beauty was sit-walking her way down the side walk near the down town library. The concentration, fervor, and seriousness that was on her face as she was "suck-puffin" convinced me that if she were to stop smoking she would actually die. The craziest part was the speed at which she did it. I could liken it to the heart rate and metabolism of a shrew.

And as this little Casey Jr. passed and continued down her track I was compelled to turn and salute her caboose for fumigating the day. I watched her quietly scoot away with rapid puffs of yellow smoke pulling at her shoulders and hair... and then I listened. (Shhh) I swear I could hear the driving cadence of, "...tumor, tumor, tumor, tumor..." fading in the wind.

3 comments:

S.T. Lewis said...

Excellent! I love the writing too... which is little surprise since you're a writer. I hadn't thought of her as a train before... that's a nice comparison. I love the drawing. More "inspired by life" sketches, please.

Nathan Lindsay said...

cracking me up. Since reading your post, I've been hearing the chanting "tumor" song everywhere.

great character.

Anonymous said...

Hahaha! I see this very lady all the time on 21st South, you've really captured her essence, nice job...