my burrito adventure.
i walk outside and note that my downstairs neighbor is walking with a shopping cart girl. oh, shopping cart is former across the hall neighbor, who got evicted... oh my, th emdds are taking and she is cordial and cheery.... relief.
crackhead bustling down taylor, paces me till markjet, veers. panhndled on the way in to cancun by a broke middleaged, wannabe pimp. par usual, no response from me.
order while watching pimp wander and try for more game outside. crackhead veers inot tacqueria and says to worker dude, "can i have some of that tinfoil?" then he's gone.
got my food, bolt, listen to the clop of hardheels on the sidewalk, little person looking ambiguously fembutch. catch the eye, cross the street, dart up golden g, note that the ford sedan has a homeschool paintjob fresh from the can. labels and all. two crackheads fiddlin' inside with whatever. next mobile, same crackheads? no they just all blend together.
pierce gate, note that formerly seen neighbor's door is cracked, move in towards the domicile and avoid further interaction.
the help at the pipe store, probably the daughter or family tree, whatever, had the i don't want to sell you this because it is too much trouble for me but i will help you well anyways and be bitchy, hot and cute. mmm mmmMMmm another time to rush the whatever and see what the whosey whatsit. after eight hours of plumbers gawking at the goods, the patience is gone, not thin, gone. holds up well and takes no shit, mmm like it. i wish i was a plumber. no i don't because i don't like the ssmell of their money. just the sound.
the funny thing about going to the steam fitters and plumbing supply store/warehouse was that preceding entry there are signs. one sign says all sales are a minimum of $25. another one states that all CASH sales must be made beofre 4pm. i belive i noted that they are open 7-5. so @ 405pm i was able to get bitchy, beautiful help in a hot, begrudging manner but she said to some back and be ready to spend, stack it up and crawl my way up to 25. oh so cute. what a day. it statrted off in the shit at 445am and crawled out of the much at 405pm....
certsin celebrity, icons of our time, voices that ring true in our memory so wincing that they invoke the laughter and nostalgia as well as the sweetly bitter loss that we feel. perhaps you never had much of the pleasure of johnny carson. i know i didn't have the thirty years to myslef let alone what he had to share. he was class. he was funny and he will be missed. we went out like a champ. he didn't dwindle he just vanished, but for the rare glimmer he was gone. now he has passed. i miss him and leno sucks. letterman has lost his fire and there is no one but the bland...
aloha,
j
i walk outside and note that my downstairs neighbor is walking with a shopping cart girl. oh, shopping cart is former across the hall neighbor, who got evicted... oh my, th emdds are taking and she is cordial and cheery.... relief.
crackhead bustling down taylor, paces me till markjet, veers. panhndled on the way in to cancun by a broke middleaged, wannabe pimp. par usual, no response from me.
order while watching pimp wander and try for more game outside. crackhead veers inot tacqueria and says to worker dude, "can i have some of that tinfoil?" then he's gone.
got my food, bolt, listen to the clop of hardheels on the sidewalk, little person looking ambiguously fembutch. catch the eye, cross the street, dart up golden g, note that the ford sedan has a homeschool paintjob fresh from the can. labels and all. two crackheads fiddlin' inside with whatever. next mobile, same crackheads? no they just all blend together.
pierce gate, note that formerly seen neighbor's door is cracked, move in towards the domicile and avoid further interaction.
the help at the pipe store, probably the daughter or family tree, whatever, had the i don't want to sell you this because it is too much trouble for me but i will help you well anyways and be bitchy, hot and cute. mmm mmmMMmm another time to rush the whatever and see what the whosey whatsit. after eight hours of plumbers gawking at the goods, the patience is gone, not thin, gone. holds up well and takes no shit, mmm like it. i wish i was a plumber. no i don't because i don't like the ssmell of their money. just the sound.
the funny thing about going to the steam fitters and plumbing supply store/warehouse was that preceding entry there are signs. one sign says all sales are a minimum of $25. another one states that all CASH sales must be made beofre 4pm. i belive i noted that they are open 7-5. so @ 405pm i was able to get bitchy, beautiful help in a hot, begrudging manner but she said to some back and be ready to spend, stack it up and crawl my way up to 25. oh so cute. what a day. it statrted off in the shit at 445am and crawled out of the much at 405pm....
certsin celebrity, icons of our time, voices that ring true in our memory so wincing that they invoke the laughter and nostalgia as well as the sweetly bitter loss that we feel. perhaps you never had much of the pleasure of johnny carson. i know i didn't have the thirty years to myslef let alone what he had to share. he was class. he was funny and he will be missed. we went out like a champ. he didn't dwindle he just vanished, but for the rare glimmer he was gone. now he has passed. i miss him and leno sucks. letterman has lost his fire and there is no one but the bland...
aloha,
j
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thanks for the fish poem...