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nasty bloody crusty // 2002-08-07

today i bought a burrito for lunch at la vaca. and i couldn't stop staring at the guy who rang me up... his nose was all nasty bloody crusty. and to make it worse, his nostrils were, like, five times the size of a normal person's nostrils. how could his nose have gotten all nasty bloody crusty like that, i wondered? and how come he couldn't properly clean it up? it gave me the willies just thinking about it, but i couldn't stop staring. and then, when he handed me my burrito and i walked away, i couldn't shake the image and i was grossed out by the thought of my burrito. what if there was some of his bloody crusty in there?

by the time i made it to the bus tunnel, i had sufficiently obsessed and i felt a bit better. the image was mostly gone, and i was so hungry i started to not care about the bloody crusty nose and the possibility of it having intermingled with my burrito. but then i walked by this really old lady on a bench, who had her skirt hiked up and was dabbing at a GIANT BLOODY GASH on her leg. gah!

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