“Yayyyy! We won a championship, our city doesn’t suck!”
“Yayy, America pities likes us!”
“CLEVELAND IS GOD’S COUNTR–wait, did that man just eat horse shit off the street?”
“I saw it too, Daryl.”
“I think we should call 911, that cannot be healthy.”
“You got a cell phone?”
“Nah. You?”
“Just a pager.”
“That works. Page them. Page 911.”
“Done. CLEVELAND IS BACK!!”
I wouldn’t be surprised if after Daryl paged 911, instead of an ambulance showing up, an EMT came galloping in on the same horse that dropped a Cleveland Steamer to take him to a pop up hospital.
For a city I’ve never been to, I’m giving Cleveland far too much shit. I bet it’s a pleasant place to pass through on your journey to somewhere that doesn’t suck horse ass.