Today I took a cat to the veterinarian, ate two ice cream cones, half of an apple pie, a corned beef sandwich, a box of popcorn, an order of French fries, and won $18.40 at Oaklawn Park (thanks to a $52.40 late daily double cashed en route to the fucking door), then ate pork chops and a baked potato at Tom and Corky Zaloudek's, and somehow still managed to run the Maple Street Loop in 22:33. My head hurts.
“Over there. Miss Oaklawn Park?”
“Maybe. Let me take a closer look.”
I put down the binoculars. “Shit, what about the girl to her right?”
“She won’t look this way.”
“Well, fuck, she’s looking now.”
“We got nabbed, didn’t we?”
“That’s beside the point. Goddamn, man, are those twins?”
“I think they are. That would make a good story for you.”
“It would: ‘Call Tom; He’ll tell you. The twins and me, Oaklawn Park, 2009.’ ’’
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