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I've always been obsessed with GIANT SQUID>>>>> I'm totally stoked on this snapshot...! my day is now officially good.

i figured it'd been awhile since i posted any photos so i went out today and took some. Word. I went over to THE ABANDONED SELF SELF SERVE CARWASH. It's about a half mile from my house. Mostly i wanted to try out the new speed-o-meter i got for my bike but that's another story. (avg spd 12 MPH, max.. downhill 26.8, i was tearing ass) So ya, me and Devil T used to hang out over there and get high but it's since gone out of business which is wierd but whatever, so ya.. Here they are...

Broken ass machine at the ABANDONED SELF SERVE CARWASH

hey, so this weekend i rode my bike around the valley. It was fun. I went to this bookstore on hwy 12. It's called Paperbacks Unlimited. It's kind of a cool place, Maritza hates it though. Says it's for hicks and dorks. I am both. Anyway, how it works is you can trade in old paperbacks that you have and then use that credit toward getting new books. The catch is that you have to pay 30 percent of the cover price in cash. I don't know, it's kind of a book co-op of sorts. The place is for real hardcore reading addicts. I watched people return and leave with armloads of crappy books. Dan Brown, Barbara Kingsolver, cats of that ilk. Me, i'm much cooler. I bought the second book in Dean Koontz's FRANKENSTEIN sage. I like it ok? Don't judge me by that. I usually read better stuff. I just like it, don't know why really. I couldn't recomend it. to anyone.
I've been going to this shop on and off for like ever. They used to sell comics and at the time i was a little comic loving scamp with no loot so i'd get books for like a dime or quarter at the Goodwill and then trade them in for comics. It was a good deal for me. I wished they still sold them. I love to buy a comic that i don't have to take care of. Some shit that I can read in the bathtub or give to the goofy kids across the street when i'm done with it. I really do give comics to neighborhood punks. I'm nice like that. Sometimes.
Well, i'm at work and have to actually be productive or something like it......

My cat Polk is a talker, A big talker. No shit. She is the most talkative cat that i've ever come across. She never NEVER shuts up. Unless she's asleep. She even makes wierd little growls while she eats. She must be part feral cat. She's all squirlly. We get along great. She only loves me. I like that. I'm the only person that she lets touch her. Ok, here is the point of this story. It wouldn't have the punch if i didn't at least give a little back story. Polk lost her voice. My sister in law Margie, she's a vet tech says that it's common for cats that talk a lot. She told me that the prob is they don't know that if they rest their chords for awhile that it'll return as good as new. She just keeps trying to talk. jibba-jab. Her voice is a little squeek. I feel bad for her. Her meow is her trademark. I think she likes to talk, she really wants you to hear her. Anyway on a side note it's a year ago to the month that Polk started hanging out with me. Cats make me happy. Nothing else, well little else, has that effect.
Maritza's sister Minerva asked us if Zelly could stay the night tonite. I guess that this is normal but it has me freaked out. Usually my Mom is the only person i trust to keep Zelly that long. I guess i'm going to say yes, if Zelly is down with it but nevertheless it makes me nervous. Wait til you have kids. You'll be nervous all the time. If you happen to be a kid and for some reason you're reading this. Cut your folks some slack. They prolly love you and just don't want anything to happen to you. I hope so at least. For your sake.

After almost getting sqooosh-ed the other day i'm totally jumpy riding my bike around. I hope that it'll pass. I'm sure that i will but right now, at this moment, as we speak i'm really nervous about riding home. Traffic is pretty bad this time'a day so, you know i might get killed. It really could happen. Wierd. Let's hope that it doesn't. That'd leave my household rudderless. Can't have that.
Speaking of bikes and whatever.
Ok, i gotta go. Hope that i make it home unbroken...
I did make it home, this is later in the day. It was very perilous though, like all dangerous with a couple of near collisions, i'm not shitting you, and my boy Andy ran a red light cause he was talking about METH and almost got run the fuck over. I though HE was dead for a sec or two. Neither of us is though so congrats for us. Thanks for sticking in there. All is well.

man, i was riding my bike home from work yesterday and as i cruised though a crosswalk this car like accelerated and braked like, no shit 6 inches from my leg. I was looking down at his bumper, watching it get closer and closer to me befor finally stopping. It was really scary. I could see myself getting tapped and falling down into the street.
He wasn't going fast enough to really hurt me. Not badly but i would have fallen and at 31 falling isn't the same as when your a kid. It sucks way bad. Then, dig this the driver told me to watch where i was going. I was in the CROSSWALK. So i called him an asshole. He called me one back and by this point i was really ENRAGED! serious i was so fucking mad. I told him to get out of his car cause i was going to kick his ass, at this point cooler heads prevailed and his wife or girlfriend, or even sister, i guess told him to calm down and they both drove off. Not before flipping me off though. What a douche.
Lately I've been having like, premonitions about getting sqooosh by a car. I hope that this was what i'd been fearing. What i mean is that i hope this was it, what i was fearing and that there isn't another collision in my future. That'd suck balls.

well, it looks like my little poll is a tie. That means that, uhm i guess it means that i'm going to do what i want. So i will not be attending Tristan's going away party. I guess this is all in the vein of me keeping it real. What i mean is that, i've been on the outs with him for a couple of years now so i might as well keep on going with that instead of giving into sentiment. Do i really care if i'll see him again? No, not really. It's easy for me to say adios to friends. I'm just an asshole like that. People don't mean that much to me. Sorry, i can't help it. They just don't. Well so that's all settled.
I'm at work. I like it here sometimes. Like right now. It's real quiet. Everyone is off at lunch. It's totally like a dungeon down here between one and two. Dark, quiet and kind of spooky... I have on occasion gotten a little creeped out though. Usually on the weekends when all the lights except for the one in my area are off. It's all creeky and strange with odd little noises. If anyplace where to be haunted it may as well be here. Lots of folks pass through. I don't know about deaths but i remember reading somewhere that ghosts return to places that they are fond of. Lots of bums and nerds are real fond of Central. Prolly lots of spooky-wooky ghosts walking about....

So i saw this movie this afternoon. It was called The Missing. Ron Howard directed it. Tommy Lee Jones played an Indian Wigger. Like Apache, not hindu. That's all besides the point. During the course of the film, which was all right, he says something interesting. He says, "everyone has a good dog, and a bad dog inside of them. The dog that you feed the most, wins" or some shit like that. I liked the idea though. It's real obvious advice but as of late i think that i've been feeding the bad dog a bit too much and thus have been kind of a bad person. I fight my demons like everyone else but you know how it goes, sometimes you eat the bar and sometimes the bar eats you..
Uhm, oh ya Maritza and me went to see Lord Of War, The Nic Cage flick. I liked it a lot. lots of interesting info on the day to day routines involved in running guns. Good shit. Nothing at all like the previews had lead me to believe. Seemed kinda' like an action flick or something. If i hadn' t of read the review in the paper i woulda' missed it all together. Which woulda sucked. I think that this piece marks the begining of GOOD MOVIE SEASON. I'm happy about that. Summer flicks usually blow. Blow ass and blow shit up, but good.

Okey-Dokey, looks like as of this monemt, wed at 8:00 pm the little poll deal is tied. Well, that can't do so i'm gonna give it to MONDAY. That outta work it out. I wonder who voted? Like it matters.
I took the day off today from work and napped. I'm a winner like that. Hey, you know Robin, the Batman's buddy? Well you know that he changed his name to Nightwing right? Dick Grayson, that's the dude who is Nightwing now, the current Robin is a kid named Tim Drake. Ya Batman replaced the original after he moved on. Ok, well Grayson changed his ID, i looked it up, 22 yrs ago. So there are whole generations that think that Nightwing was always Nightwing and that Tim Drake is Robin and always was. Weird.
In the Batman and Robin movie the kid that played Robin was playing Dick Grayson, Not Tim Drake so that makes it a little more confusing. Figuring out who the real Robin is On the new Teen Titans cartoon i don't know which Robin it is for certain but i'm pretty sure that it's Drake. I know this cause he's got pants on. Grayson always rocked the little green underoos. He's a fag like that. On a side not there was a Robin in between. jason Todd but The Joker whooped him to death with a crowbar. It's a tough gig that Robin deal....

Pickin' and grinnin'

Ok, so back a few years ago me and Devil-T had a falling out of sorts. It's a long story but to sum it up in a small way the main prob on my side was thatt he was a real immature ass dude. He was on this total self destructive "acid is the bomb" kind of kick. I had to cut him off.
I think it was like i hoped he'd change after having his oldest bro turn away from him. Thing was is that i got used to not having him all up in my shit all the time. It was pleasant. I'm a dick. But he's leaving for school for, maybe forever. Evil is throwing him some kind of party. Should i go? I think ya but i'm not sure. It's up to you. See that poll on the left? Vote on it allright? I'm gonna do whatev' you dudes tell me to. My judgment is piss poor sometimes so, ya... vote. It's your duty as well as your right.....
I'm listening to this TEN year old Red Hot Lover Tone song and he was all making fun of George bush, Sr. Man how weird. We need some change up in her. Like Lickety-Split.

Weird. I feel so weird. Lately. I don't know how to explain it. It's confusing. I'm confused. I thought that i had a cold this morning. Now i think that i was just sort of, blue? I don't know if that's the right way to put it. I want to reset my life. I want to die and start all over and get the chance to do some things differently. That's such a cliche thing to be blah about. I'm cliche. Isn't that nice. I wish that someone would have told me that earlier. Thanks to all you so called friends. Where were you when i needed you to keep me straight. I can hear Frida barking. She's outside and it's cold and i don't want to let her in. Just because.

like, last year or so there was this girl Keely, she worked at Sawyers News. That's across the street from the liberry. Anyway i used to go up in there to get cigarettes and gum or whatever. We would chi-chat and shit. I liked her. Not in the, i'd wanna do her way. She's gay. Totally gay. Like not all dikey but sort of a cute Boy-ish kind of deal.
Anyway to make a long story less boring I asked her to get a beer after work. She said cool and gave me her number. I called it sometime the next week. The agreed upon time, and she answered. We made a date which i kept and she no showed. I was kind of bummed but you know, shit happens. I called her again the next day to see what happened. I got her voice mail and left a message. She never called back then like the next day quit Sawyer's. Weird. She's upstairs right now. I want to talk to her and ask what happened. I don't think i will though. I don't know, it's festered. I hate this shit. Ugh, once i was up shelving and i saw her. She saw me rather and totally split. I was embarassed. It sucked.
I wonder what happened? I reckon that some sort of personal crisis arose. I mean she quit her job. I don't think that it had anything to do with me. It might of. What do I know? Not much really. I like her and wish that we could have been friends. At least the kind that you say hi and talk to when you run across them....

I rode my bike to work. It's really cold here. I guess that winter is starting to slide into place. I HATE the winter. It rains so i can't go for bike rides, so that means that i can't get any sun which means i get all pale. When i get pale i think it looks good to dye my hair black. So I get no sun or excercise, get pale and then dye my hair black. At that point i have no choice but to get depressed, since I'm pale and black haired. Word. So i suppose this is the start of depression season. Dude, i think that i can fight it this year. I really do, If i stay on my meds, do some push-ups or whatever i should be allright. If i'm not then that's fine too. It's sort of the order of things....