Friday, November 12, 2004
SWINGER
Last night, I passed through the elevated walkway on my way to Greenbelt Mall.
There, I saw a forty-something man swinging his racket, smashing imaginary (or, heaven forbid, invisible) tennis balls as he walked the other way.
Creepy.
There, I saw a forty-something man swinging his racket, smashing imaginary (or, heaven forbid, invisible) tennis balls as he walked the other way.
Creepy.