Perhaps the Rooster knows.
Perhaps the Rooster knows.
He drove a pearl white Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (He was very proud when he bought it) which to the untrained eye looks a lot like the last generation Trans Am. It was either 1996 or 1997.
He'd park it in the lot, come into the bank and cash a $5000 check, then go back and wait for a white van to pull in. He'd then get in the van for about 10 minutes and they'd both drive away.
He got a kick out of writing "cigarettes" in the memo line of the check just to dick with his accountant.
kind of a dead junkie blue.
Man, I can't wait to read this poem...
He's a poet, why hasn't anyone tried to give him a hard time by telling him the car was purple?
Purple? PURPLE?
Oh, c'mon...
Orange.
Nothing in the English language rhymes with purple.
Sadly most of the time his skin was the same pearl white with a blue tint that his car was. It was very sad. He was such a sweet and shy guy too.
FUCK. Nothing rhymes with "Mitsubishi". I was all set to go with "bitchin' Trans Am" and now I have to START OVER.
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