Banter? I just met her...
Say the word "if" did not exist
would eveything be
cut and dry
black and white
either or
not to micro-manage but, you should do that...
sand does not burn
"The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter" is an incredible book.
CHARACTERS-
me:
wearing red cap, dark pants, dark jacket, dark sunglasses, headphones
rotund Hispanic teen:
wearing oversized, blue, knock-off, down parka, oversized denim shorts, white high-top K Swiss
person of the street:
wearing green Patagonia (dirty), light blue t-shirt (dirty), blue Cal-Neva Casino corduroy cap (dirty), dark trousers (dirty), 1 boot and 1 Nike high-top shoes.
SCENARIO-
Market St and Valencia, sunny, Sunday afternoon. I am walking north, RHT walks south reaching into his jacket seeming to situate or locate an item needed for immediate use. POTS drunkenly meanders north between me and RHT.
A blue item falls out of RHT pseudo parka yet he still searches for the object from within, each step walks him further away from item dropped onto sidewalk. In passing, I tap RHT on arm and in a voice with ipod blaring through my headphones I speak:
"Hey man, you dropped something," not knowing if my pitch was a yell or a whisper because of blaring ipod.
RHT looks at me as if he doesn't understand, so I point at blue object on sidewalk, which matches his outfit splendidly I must say. He turns and looks.
As RHT looks to my pointing area and sees the garment object on the sidewalk, POTS places his 5/6th percent smoked cigarette butt from his right hand into a slot in his mouth where several teeth used to be, bends over, picks up blue object, admires it smilingly.
I become adjacent to POTS, tap his shoulder and say,
"I think that is his," spoken in same voice mentioned above nary breaking stride. As I turn away I see RHT approach POTS with same quixotic look he gave me, reaching for his blue object, securley in POTS hands.'
I walk fast
the young create hip
the old search for it
the wiser we become
the hip in us is done
the earthquake is tomorrow at 5ish am
california is still raining
sweet november= rain
San Francisco= Rain
I often wonder how I will look as an old man
and it frightens me
I came in second place in pops office NCAA tournament pool
my new office
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jefe
San Francisco, California, United States
fishin' with firearms