It was an hour after
closing. Two guys walked by. One was really tall. He was dressed in drag,
a flame orange wig, taffeta sequin gown and size thirteen green pumps.
The other guy was short. I mean, medically short, like a midget, wearing
a tiny waiters uniform. They just walked by, never stopped to check
out the late, late show. But it kind of brings you hope, you know? You
could tell they were pretty good friends, despite their differences.
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