novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 7 pm thursday night yesterday after work i made two new friends. ron washed my car with my dish soap for five dollars and told me his life story. i've got champagne taste on a beer budget. he told me that he was once a radiologist, that he met both john coltrane and miles davis, and that he was too young to experience the full impact of what such introductions meant. we discussed the socio-economic and classist effects surrounding living in cars. he is two years older than my father. ninety percent of the people who drove by knew him and stopped to talk. tray also knows ron. tray is my man. that's my man right there. tray also knows bubbles, my half-cat, but he knows bubbles as "orangie." apparently bubbles is also his cat, which explained to both of us our halved experience. in consolation, tray gave me his broken tricycle. i complimented him on his toenail polish you look like a little beck who's beck it doesn't matter. and he told me i'm a superhero. at night i rescue people by giving them a magical sauce that makes them very big. i make it in my laboratory and i also have a machine for getting small again. i am four years old and i visit all my neighbors to make sure if they're safe. 8:31 am - 7.13.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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