(Skrivet på morgonbussen den 2 mars 2010. Fragment av roman eller novell.)
A tall, Louisiana-based moron, he arguably spoke not only for himself, but for the entire village.
Most of the neighbours believed he was the guy they always asked for. Freckles, blond hair, the rifle in his pickup truck assured them he was one of them.
No-one expected that fateful meeting on that bridge to ever hit the headlines.
The man behind the wheel, coming from the opposite side, was much more famous than our Louisiana boy.
He was also much more multi.
Multi coloured, multi educated, multi residential, multilingual.
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