TI woke up, damnit! And took a piece of steel wool to the walls with bleach to start in on the heavy yellow grease stains that have accumulated there from vigorous fry cooking. In the process, I heard a loud knock and went to the window to peer out. The was a large group of Mexican kids down below throwing rocks at my apartment. "Hey, you kids quit
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To be fair, you suggested reading your piece once and then dropped it when the conversation went another way. I figured that if you considered it more important you would have persisted. It's not like me to interrupt or deny a conversant his due time. I think you know that. Still, I suppose I should have figured it out when you became pensive and quiet.
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Yeah, I'm a scatter brain, so I may have really just offended myself in the end.
Here's the best and most gayest part:
I was going to read you my daily list from that day...
I just re-read the previous post and I ain't too crazy about it. It don't read right. It has an air I don't like about it.
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These things, they're all little things. Cleaning up, making the bed, sweeping, doing the dishes... They're baby steps. These are the important things because they are the microcosm that inform the macrocosm.
When Mayor Guiliani took office, to clean up the crime problem, began with arresting people for j-walking. The little things effected the big things. You see what I'm saying?
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Boy, that really is starting small. By the time he bulids up to the real crime he'll likely be out of office...I can see maybe he's trying to set an example of being no exceptions, but what's next? People tearing tags off of matresses?
Seriously though, if whatever he enforces works, we need some down here, in a bad way.
I'm almost got jumped a couple of nights ago. I wrote a piece about it. If I can figure out how to get it onto a floppy I'll send it out.
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