I pulled into the parking lot of a rural grocery store. It was late morning and threatening to rain. I saw a young and thin man with long black hair hanging out with his tan dog who looked like a little lion. They were kitted out for the road, the road of the New American Diaspora going on all around us.
Bozo the Dog
Bozo the Dog
Bozo the Dog
I pulled into the parking lot of a rural grocery store. It was late morning and threatening to rain. I saw a young and thin man with long black hair hanging out with his tan dog who looked like a little lion. They were kitted out for the road, the road of the New American Diaspora going on all around us.