You were the lady with the Amy Winehouse bouffant driving a midnight-blue Rambler Classic down Coast Highway near Don the Beachcomber. I caught up next to you to see if you had thick eyeliner that disappeared into your black hair, and that’s when I saw it. A lizard was perched atop your magnificent ’do. Wonders never cease in this amazing, hideous world.
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