The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued by Edward Drobinski - HTML preview

The Bureau of Dreams to be Continued

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Lefty used to be a contending bowler, who while still in his early teens had put up a 185 average, making him a potential pro candidate if he continued to improve at the same rate. He didn’t. An early peak is rarely a blessing; most usually a prescription for unhappiness, but Lefty didn’t care, sometimes saying; “Most never even have a peak.”

A greenish, soft fedora gently squeezed the top of the fleshy bulb of a head, his pried trilby only rendering him indistinguishable from Nigel’s hoi polloi. Below that the large ears, uncut sideburns, and the fine bristles that protruded from the ears themselves, stuck out on both sides like a graffiti “enhanced,” yellow traffic sign which indicated two directions at once. Thin, pursed lips barely protruded beneath the trimmed black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little disapproving folds filled with hot dog mustard.