Pony: Bull Horns
3.12.2005
I met a man I met on a kibbutz I visited when I was 20. I can't remember his name as I only met him once. He took me for ice cream on his motorcycle at a crossing half-way to Tiberias. He had affixed bull horns to the front of his bike. He loved Lou Reed and Bob Dylan. He said he liked to watch the sun set from his porch and listen to Sad Eyed Lady of the Lowland. He also said that if he ever met Lou Reed he would give him the horns off his bike. That sounds funny, like "the shirt off my back".
