churches and bars
so today i made money and spent mostly all of it. on shoes and tooth whitener because i feel like i drink so much coffee that my teeth are turning brown and then even less men will approach me.
anyway. at the track meet today i was waiting for my moms cousin and her husband to finish packing up, and the meet is in a huge public park in Roselle, so this crazy friggin guy is there. He was this skinny old black man with glasses and was wearing the following: a jets jersey, over a hooded sweatshirt, shorts, motorcycle boots, kneepads usually worn for rollerblading, a yellow/orange reflective vest, a baseball cap AND a bike helmet.
to make it even better, the dude was riding this sweet looking mountain bike, equipped with a back basket full of books, a white box, a caboodles-like box,a small bag that looked like a fanny pack, and a flagpole. the front had some crazy huge flashlight attatched to the handlebar with rubber bands, as well as another bag and some plastic sign shoved in the front wheel spokes.
this guy was nuts. he was eating fresh cut fruit that he proceeded to wash off in the water fountain by the nasty port-a-potty. i should have taken a picture of him. but i would have felt bad. cause he was harmless, and appeared to be totally happy and content with what he was doing right then and there. I realized that i'm jealous of his innocence, simplicity, and appreciation for things that most of us overlook.
i bet he's not lonely.
anyway. at the track meet today i was waiting for my moms cousin and her husband to finish packing up, and the meet is in a huge public park in Roselle, so this crazy friggin guy is there. He was this skinny old black man with glasses and was wearing the following: a jets jersey, over a hooded sweatshirt, shorts, motorcycle boots, kneepads usually worn for rollerblading, a yellow/orange reflective vest, a baseball cap AND a bike helmet.
to make it even better, the dude was riding this sweet looking mountain bike, equipped with a back basket full of books, a white box, a caboodles-like box,a small bag that looked like a fanny pack, and a flagpole. the front had some crazy huge flashlight attatched to the handlebar with rubber bands, as well as another bag and some plastic sign shoved in the front wheel spokes.
this guy was nuts. he was eating fresh cut fruit that he proceeded to wash off in the water fountain by the nasty port-a-potty. i should have taken a picture of him. but i would have felt bad. cause he was harmless, and appeared to be totally happy and content with what he was doing right then and there. I realized that i'm jealous of his innocence, simplicity, and appreciation for things that most of us overlook.
i bet he's not lonely.