I'm telling you that because I wanted to tell you this. There was this guy at work yeseterday that was all jacked up out in the parking lot. I'll preface this by saying I work in downtown Riverside, CA, so it's not exactly prime real estate - we'll just leave that there. By jacked up I mean he looked like he had been drinking, well all his life and only now was he going to vomit. I mean dude this guy was out there making these groaning noises that I could hear in the store, and I'm a sympathy puker so I had to bolt. He was holding on to this railing that keeps... well I don't know what it keeps out or safe, it's just there at the front of our parking lot... and he was holding on to it for dear life. I mean this guy looked so bad, and then he collapsed and we called the cops, but as I was describing the guy to 911 some random car came up and asked if he was ok, then he got in the car and they drove off... that's strange.
But yeah, I told you that so I could tell you this part. When he was leaning on that railing I was thinking that if that rail could talk he'd say, "Dude, turn around and puke in the street, he's an asshole."
[ drainpip ] | 8:01 PM | 3 comments
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
the triumphant return of the philosophical parts professional
Since, as the man says, brevity is the soul of wit I'll keep this short. Where have I been, you say? Here and there, working and playing, that of which many are enviable and to which I am enviable of many.
Blah, blah, blah, fucking blah. I've been writing a lot, actually. Maybe I'll post up a snippet, a teaser, something mouth-wateringly-delicious, part of this wholesome, complete breakfast that happens to include seven gallons of milk, three quarts of orange juice, zinc pills, muli-vitamins senior formula, sugar, newspaper, a cardboard box colorfully designed with cartoon characters, a bowl and a spoon. The spoon is optional, of course.
Oh, and napkins, extra napkins.
Sorry, I figured I'd live up to the title of the blog.
xoxo
me
[ drainpip ] | 5:22 PM | 2 comments