Banter? I just met her...
I saw an old man sitting in his wheelchair pulling himself down the street with his feet. He entered the crosswalk and turned downhill. The wheelchair took off. He was in the middle lane. All I could see was his blazoned white hair streaming behind the overworked wheelchair. He crossed 2 lanes of traffic and rolled right up on the sidewalk and kept on his journey at a blistering pace. The Tenderloin just is I guess.
I finally got me a counter. Now if ya'll would just place a pin in my map I'll be all global and shit.
I saw an ad last night for that new movie by that Shamalan guy and there is a scene in the commercial that says "don't go into the woods" or something of that sort and the guy starts a walkin' from the field into the infected wood. I was thinking that the woods I grew up near weren't scary at all, definitely not infected. Our woods were the place where we built BMX tracks and massive rope swings that would skim the treetops and forts that we would defend at all costs against the pinecone assaults of Big brother and Company. The woods were where we could escape the confines of the watchful eyes of mom and pop. It's where we could burn stuff and break bottles and look at nudey mags. We were never scared of the woods. We wished we lived there.
Is this your homework Larry?
Here comes the West Nile...be afraid
I just finished a video all about my trip to Chile and Argentina. It is about 50 minutes long with a slideshow that is about 30 minutes long. I made a dvd with menus and motion and sound and I am really happy with it.
33 days until Dollywood
Sorry I have missed a couple of days but I have just been not posting anything.
You know that feeling you get when
She slammed her gold Jaguar into the passenger side of his Honda Civic. He ran the hell out of the red light. I saw the whole thing. Nobody called the cops. Nobody wanted to call the cops. I guess the Tenderloin has an aversion to cops for any reason. They showed up 10-15 minutes later. I left them my business card and told them I saw the whole thing. What a way to start a Monday. I was late for work too.
The blue Honda left before the cops got there.
Reaffims my belief that people suck.
I am sick...but not in the head
Don't sing about jesus at the top of your lungs on the bus in the morning, it's not courteous. Hell, sorry for the discrimination Jesus, don't sing about anything loudly on the bus. People will tend to hate you.
The dish sat quietly, saddened, yearning for the outdoors. She sat pointed to the window, through the window, grasping for all the comforts of being bolted outside. I swear I saw her tears through the barbed wired window which forever forced obscurity to her security. Let the Dish Free!!