Jul 04, 2005 02:56
iNside my room is a one armed Power Ranger.He's hanging from a lanyard by his trigger finger. Headphones pull, along with gravity, around his neck, but those belong to me. Yes, they are plugged in, but as i lost my cd player they are plugged into my stereo. The speakers still work fine, but i have grown accustomed to the odd quality of the noise this little thought of mine produced. The really sad thing is that the CD i just inserted, Big D's Gypsy Hill, isn't be read for some ridiculous reason. California sounds really enticing right now.
The other night i pulled and saw a man sleeping in front of my fence. Courteous as i am u cut the headlights before i finish parking so as not to wake him. i Leave him be and go inside since i figure drunken spanish being slurred at me is not something i feel up to right then. The next night i see a pack of dogs scatter from my lawn and fence before i pull up. For them , i slow down and keep my lights on to guide them and i to safety. Which one do you think is the more regular sight?
iSn't it weird how some people are just forever engraved into your memory and you can't let go no matter how hard you try? You would think that a good three quarters of a year would do me well enough.
"Are you from here?" -Hare Krishna
"No." -Me
"Where you from?" - HK
"Wisconsin?" -Me
HK holds out his fist for me to pound. i Think i get the best short conversations with people i don't know. The moon. Cigarettes to look cool. Hey i don't you. Yeah, i win.