On the bit of railway tracks that I walked as a kid, dreaming of hoboing it to lands far away and never coming back. My hobo stick handkerchief is silk and I'm wearing my Guatemala Stove Project t-shirt. The black of it was sweltering in the heat. Almost too hot to believe. Even almost too hot for make-believe.
Think I'll act like a bald man and wear a hat until my hair grows back.