pantsonfire

so yesterday was the ambiguously gay journal entry. man on man love gets some high ratings here in the land of SG, apparently. i gotta give my #1 drinking buddy his props every now and again

i am through with another girl. 20 year old angie's been hanging around and sending mixed signals with the efficiency of a much older woman. the bullshit got too deep last night after dinner at tenutas and after the booze was gone, i told her she had to get going.

backtracking......last thursday was very strange indeeed. i woke up early to be at court and get divorced. everything went smoothly. the ex and i grabbed lunch and jenni came over to burn some cd's for her colorado trip. we're all hanging out and bullshitting, and a fire truck and two police cars pull up right in front of my place. we were wondering "what the hell is going on?" the fire truck left, but the cops were there for a long time. eventually a hearse shows up and a bodybag is loaded in. i went next door to where the cops were standing (and these fucking pigs were so young - i swear they looked 16 years old) and asked them what's up. obviously traumatized by what they had seen, they told me that my neighbor had blown his fucking brains out that afternoon. only a 6 inch brick wall seperated me from suicide and brain splatter. they told me, "it's a real mess in there!"

i never met the guy. i guess he was an old man in his 70's. his box spring is out on the street in front of my display windows and i am going to move it in front of his place when i get around to putting on some clothes.