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wow it's been really long since i've updated. i've just read through all this crap i've written for the last two years adn i realized that the thing that stuck with me the most after thinking about them was that i was drinking a pumpkin spice latte when it was april, which is traditionally a fall drink that comes out in september. i must have specially requested it being the caffeine junky that i am. surprisingly i've had to go off my major caffeine runs becasue i get sick. recently i have been diagnosed with the forever enduring irritable bowel syndrome. how super duper for me! this means injesting lots of supplements with my diet in order to keep my cute tummy nice and normal, to stop it from backfiring on me and never allowing me to eat normally agian. Among the things i am not supposed to have are chocolate, alcohol, caffeine, and fatty foods. GUESS WHAT!! i have completely and utterly IGNORED these rules and have consumed high amounts of things i am not supposed to. oopsy-daisy, guess it just slipped my mind :-p.
One thing that's interesting that happened to me today was i was walking to the gym because i needed to drop off kirk's milk for him (he drinks a quart of milk after each workout, crazy mother fucking irish-guatamalen lover). anyway, i was walking past ebisu and two firetrucks and a paramedic were parked outside. my natural assumption was that some unsuspecting old lady chocked on a piece of sashimi or a bit of shrimp tempura lodged itself into her craw, and she was gasping for air and these three friendly firetrucks were going to save this innocent old lady. So i walk past it and find that the paramedics are bent over Francis. BACKGROUND FLASH: Francis is an old homeless blind veteran that lives in my neighborhood. he used to go out with this other homeless lady who once lended me a pen, but she dumped him to go out with the bunny homeless man (who had the cutest little bunny, that unfortunetly died. secretly i think a neighboring homeless cart stole him and ate him, but lets pretend that's not true). Francis is really sweet. not one of those homeless guys who yells out profanitys while spewing spittle and shoving his hand in your face for change, and has big holes in their pants, then sit down on a cafe chair and his dirty dick flops out from his pants and lands right on teh chair that you sit in every morning while you wait for the bus, (no joke). Franics makes donald duck noises when he can tell kids are going by,he always gives a gruff hello to people, and makes jokes, and if you sit down with him he'll tell you stories about the war, and the meanign of life,and in some weird and unrelated way he reminds me of my papa. i think it's becasue they both constantly retained the same amount of stubble on their chins, even though one lived in a nice house, and the other lived on teh street, thot ey both have the same prickly stubble. Also, they both seem really happy wherever they are, and they both make me smile whenver i see them. even though papa died a while ago, he still makes me smile. anyway, i'll break out of the background flash, now that i've painted a somewhat dim picture of francis for you. So is see these three paramedics gathered around him and they're holding oxygen to his face and two of his homeless buddy's are hobbeling next to him (neither of which is stinky penis man). Kirk comes out along with Jeff (who works at the gym), and we look on. i think kirk, who also knows francis, and i were both thinking in the same thing: we're never going to see him again. They took him away in their truck. I make it sound like they were abducting him. Not quite. i just wonder how much attention they'll put into an old blind veteran who has no one. So i guess i'm posting this because even though you don't know him, please put Francis in your thoughts tonight. I don't care if you pray, or just give him a momentary wish, but just leave him in your thoughts for a minute or two. i think he deserves to be there.
One thing that's interesting that happened to me today was i was walking to the gym because i needed to drop off kirk's milk for him (he drinks a quart of milk after each workout, crazy mother fucking irish-guatamalen lover). anyway, i was walking past ebisu and two firetrucks and a paramedic were parked outside. my natural assumption was that some unsuspecting old lady chocked on a piece of sashimi or a bit of shrimp tempura lodged itself into her craw, and she was gasping for air and these three friendly firetrucks were going to save this innocent old lady. So i walk past it and find that the paramedics are bent over Francis. BACKGROUND FLASH: Francis is an old homeless blind veteran that lives in my neighborhood. he used to go out with this other homeless lady who once lended me a pen, but she dumped him to go out with the bunny homeless man (who had the cutest little bunny, that unfortunetly died. secretly i think a neighboring homeless cart stole him and ate him, but lets pretend that's not true). Francis is really sweet. not one of those homeless guys who yells out profanitys while spewing spittle and shoving his hand in your face for change, and has big holes in their pants, then sit down on a cafe chair and his dirty dick flops out from his pants and lands right on teh chair that you sit in every morning while you wait for the bus, (no joke). Franics makes donald duck noises when he can tell kids are going by,he always gives a gruff hello to people, and makes jokes, and if you sit down with him he'll tell you stories about the war, and the meanign of life,and in some weird and unrelated way he reminds me of my papa. i think it's becasue they both constantly retained the same amount of stubble on their chins, even though one lived in a nice house, and the other lived on teh street, thot ey both have the same prickly stubble. Also, they both seem really happy wherever they are, and they both make me smile whenver i see them. even though papa died a while ago, he still makes me smile. anyway, i'll break out of the background flash, now that i've painted a somewhat dim picture of francis for you. So is see these three paramedics gathered around him and they're holding oxygen to his face and two of his homeless buddy's are hobbeling next to him (neither of which is stinky penis man). Kirk comes out along with Jeff (who works at the gym), and we look on. i think kirk, who also knows francis, and i were both thinking in the same thing: we're never going to see him again. They took him away in their truck. I make it sound like they were abducting him. Not quite. i just wonder how much attention they'll put into an old blind veteran who has no one. So i guess i'm posting this because even though you don't know him, please put Francis in your thoughts tonight. I don't care if you pray, or just give him a momentary wish, but just leave him in your thoughts for a minute or two. i think he deserves to be there.