Dear Nail Bite,
Is it just me, or has Flip reincarnated into a nail clipper. Last time I saw the world I was on top of your head and the last time I renewed eye contact lenses was one prescription lower on a scale of Flip to Clip. Now look at me at the shallow end of the kiddie pool, floating there amid ankles and toe nails reflecting my silver back at the watery moon, a dog balloon pops in the distance leaving me with a question mark. Is it Florida?
Don't go about wondering where Flip went. With a few haircuts since last blog post you'll find me every night in a bathtub floating in bubbles floating on the third floor of an apartment floating in downtown Buffalo hardly soaking any of this in with a 12 oz. of woodchuck cider not thinking of when it was last I truly flipped. Well, the last thing flipped was a chip on the roulette table at Foxwoods ages ago. And i hear there's a fat casino in Niagara Falls with 35cent slots which Flip never did like so I won't either. Like purposefully drawing forks on the road for double the luck but Nail, do you still
want me?
heart,
Clippers
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