johnnyfive

I found a tiny black kitten in a sewer this morning. My afternoon skate session was interupted by a vociferous yelping. It sounded like either a very hoarse kitty cry or a small penguin (I decided to call it "Smeagol" because of this wail and it's rail thin body). It was coaxed out of it's moist, fetid trap with Thanksgiving leftovers and wisked away to a warm bath. That did absolutely no good. On the way home it defecated on me at least twice. It's feces had a very peculiar, mineral-like odor and permeated the air. Two more baths later and it still smells the same. In fact my room began to smell like it, so I fixed it up a little cubby hole in the unfinished part of the basement. It's docile and friendly, but very sickly looking. This makes four animals in my tiny two room apartment right now. I feel like Dr.Doolittle (Rex Harrison Dr. Doolittle, not Eddie Murphy Dr.Doolittle).
But before my kitty-conundrum, I enjoyed a wonderful show at Bickett with Degrassi. A very cool, very new band, with a very neat guitarist ! I did not enjoy the movie "The Missing" in which Tommy Lee Jones kind of plays an indian. It's kinda like Tom Cruise as a samurai in "The Last Samurai". What's next? Reese Witherspoon as Harriet Tubman? Randall "Tex" Cobb as Eli Whitney? Jackie Chan as Andrew Jackson?
And as disgusting as I know it is...
my picture is going up on the wall at a local burger joint for eating their "Hall of Famer" 1# burger. I was wearing my floppy eared sheppard's hat and a red shirt with white letters reading "INFIDEL". I just did it to be cool.