dubliner jacket

I says to himself 'this is my dubliner

jacket' and walks out walking

towards sundown, carrying oranges in a sack

made of postconsumer recycled

recyclable paper. Brown paper, headed

west, that is, with

tangerines made out of who

knows what spice, and pesticides

(no pestilence, though!)

and perhaps sunlight

but maybes not, they don't need

that stuff these days

anyways.

Doubled his chances of winning, too.