Walkabout
I wanted to clear my head a bit, do some thinking and see a little of the world. I also wanted to look for an address for some misdirected mail. I wanted to deliver it myself later. (The post office had already misdelivered this same letter to me before.)
These are a few of the things I saw today.
A young Indian man and woman sitting on a bench talking to each other.
People getting coffee and chilling at Lulu Carpenter’s.
Game-A-Lot was closed.
So was Comicopolis.
Book shop Santa Cruz was open, there was a book reading going on. There were lots of people, so many that all the chairs were filled and at least 20 were having to stand. I couldn’t figure out what book was being read.
A Southern Country quartet was playing music and the singer’s twangy voice rose above the sounds of fiddle and guitar.
Across from the Cinema 9, near the bronze fish was a guy playing one of those 3 string Japanese guitar/banjo things. I don’t know what they were called, but he seemed to really have a handle on the sound.
It was just before 8, and the Thursday night movie at the Cinema 9 was “Batman”. A girl in a black outfit with very high heeled shoes walked up and got a ticket. I couldn’t remember if she was supposed to be Vickey Vale, one of the molls, or she just didn’t want people to recognize her going to see “Batman”.
PaperVision was closed. They still have Calendars.
I got two cookies from the Pacific Cookie company and walked around the corner past the 50%-70% off silver store. A band had setup in the parking lot and they were belting out hard rock and roll.
Walking past the Barnes and Noble, my eyes ran over the various books. The last Harry Potter should be coming out soon. (I think it’s the last. I lost count.)
A guy with tattoos and earrings and tattoos where his earring holes were, complemented me on my hair and said how he’d try to grow his, but hadn’t gotten it past his waist.
The Japanese banjo guy was still there.
The Southern Country band was still there.
People were getting food at Chocolate.
The young Indian couple were still on the bench.
I marveled that at 8:05, the Sun was still up, amidst some scattered, cumulous clouds.
I looked for an address for some misdirected mail.
The meandering path resulted in me walking down my alleyway just in time to see my housing manager, Steve, toodling around in a wheel chair. Steve’s always a huge kidder, hanging squids on people’s doors and stuff like that. One time, he hopped up on the hood of my car and put a huge dent in it. (He must weigh over 300 lbs.)
Today, he had tried to hop onto a freight train. It was going too fast and he sprained his right ankle and had half of his left foot cut clean off. He was pretty doped up, but he did lament that he might end up losing that foot altogether.
I went back to my apartment, and got the misdelivered piece of mail. I wrote on it in large black letter, “Wrong Address”. I walked it down to the complex post office boxes and taped it there.
The walk wasn’t what I expected, but when is life always what you expect?
These are a few of the things I saw today.
A young Indian man and woman sitting on a bench talking to each other.
People getting coffee and chilling at Lulu Carpenter’s.
Game-A-Lot was closed.
So was Comicopolis.
Book shop Santa Cruz was open, there was a book reading going on. There were lots of people, so many that all the chairs were filled and at least 20 were having to stand. I couldn’t figure out what book was being read.
A Southern Country quartet was playing music and the singer’s twangy voice rose above the sounds of fiddle and guitar.
Across from the Cinema 9, near the bronze fish was a guy playing one of those 3 string Japanese guitar/banjo things. I don’t know what they were called, but he seemed to really have a handle on the sound.
It was just before 8, and the Thursday night movie at the Cinema 9 was “Batman”. A girl in a black outfit with very high heeled shoes walked up and got a ticket. I couldn’t remember if she was supposed to be Vickey Vale, one of the molls, or she just didn’t want people to recognize her going to see “Batman”.
PaperVision was closed. They still have Calendars.
I got two cookies from the Pacific Cookie company and walked around the corner past the 50%-70% off silver store. A band had setup in the parking lot and they were belting out hard rock and roll.
Walking past the Barnes and Noble, my eyes ran over the various books. The last Harry Potter should be coming out soon. (I think it’s the last. I lost count.)
A guy with tattoos and earrings and tattoos where his earring holes were, complemented me on my hair and said how he’d try to grow his, but hadn’t gotten it past his waist.
The Japanese banjo guy was still there.
The Southern Country band was still there.
People were getting food at Chocolate.
The young Indian couple were still on the bench.
I marveled that at 8:05, the Sun was still up, amidst some scattered, cumulous clouds.
I looked for an address for some misdirected mail.
The meandering path resulted in me walking down my alleyway just in time to see my housing manager, Steve, toodling around in a wheel chair. Steve’s always a huge kidder, hanging squids on people’s doors and stuff like that. One time, he hopped up on the hood of my car and put a huge dent in it. (He must weigh over 300 lbs.)
Today, he had tried to hop onto a freight train. It was going too fast and he sprained his right ankle and had half of his left foot cut clean off. He was pretty doped up, but he did lament that he might end up losing that foot altogether.
I went back to my apartment, and got the misdelivered piece of mail. I wrote on it in large black letter, “Wrong Address”. I walked it down to the complex post office boxes and taped it there.
The walk wasn’t what I expected, but when is life always what you expect?