dr_knownothing

finally i have my own place again! couch surfing is fun and conducive to adventure having but you do get tired of awnry cats jumping on you in the middle of the night real fast. now i can sit in my tall tall loft bed and watch the river go by, all sneaky behind those elms there, and watch the graffiti kids run around trying to be incognito, unaware that someone (me) has them in the site of their bb gun ( i never shoot though, just hold them there, reduced to a mere target of my whimsy). i shoot the broadside of the trains though, all holed up in my cozy little sniper nest/bed. i'm quite a remarkable shot actually. the recycling factory is right down the vally from me and i walk there on the tracks in the 2am streetlight lit fog, my trusty daisy rifle over my shoulder, a satisfying weight of bb's in my pocket, and i set up empty 40oz bottles and gallon wine jugs and teeny tiny apple juice bottles and shoot to my hearts content. two benefits of not drinking: it's easier to stay awake all night and have fun and i get bored a lot easier and have to find ways to entertain myself in the dead lonely middle of the night. but oh i miss the ease of being able to drink sadness away. i guess the sound of bottles bursting is enough to keep me happy though. and none of them are mine, so that's a good feeling. i figure i'm doing the community a service now. though if you ever come to the old industrial district by the river and all the streetlights are out, you'll know i ran outta bottles. good luck.