But according to my friend, who watches as religiously as I do, nothing much happened last night. They just sat around playing poker for an hour. Good, I was hoping I didn't miss anything.
At work, I had to have a banner sewn by the tent sewing guys. I had to make the drive down crack street to get there and It reminds me of that song "Going Over to Susan's' House " by Eels.
On the way there and back, twice, in the space of one hour, I saw:
10 police cars.
A pair of motorcycle cops.
6 possible hookers.
4 probably crack whores.
2 guys pushing a shopping cart with a beat up washing machine in it down the street.
(3 lords a urinating.)
A woman pushing an empty baby carriage with three wheels.
And some guy wearing cyan colored shorts, flip flops, a cowboy hat, and a T-shirt with the words "CRY BABY" written across in black sharpie.
That, was only the first 5 minutes.......
Other than that, nothing much to inform you of today.
Good day.
On the I-tunes: "I don't wanna grow up" .......The Ramones