I bet that whenever I go on walkabout, I meander past at least a dozen people visibly living on the street, just inside of the first few blocks of travel. I wonder how many are behind or between buildings, where I can’t see ’em.
I have spent some time living on the street and my brother is currently doing so. I feel for him, but I really don’t know the depths to which he’s sunk. I’ve never had an addiction so strong that it cost me everything else in life, and I’m thankful for that.
I’ve seen my brother take half-smoked cigarettes from public ashtrays and smoke ’em. I’ve never seen him beg for change, but he has been arrested for panhandling. I don’t know how he managed that one… I get asked for change (or a few bucks, depending on how bold the beggar is) at *least* three times a day spent on public sidewalks.
When I went to the club yesterday, the guy mzkitten told that she was married to a circus dwarf came in, and he remembered me. I got to gab with him for a while, but I left for the day before he was undoubtedly tossed out on his ear.
MzK almost shot me in the eye with a champagne cork… I think that she was more worried about it than I was. An eye patch would only make me more piratical. I’m amazed that piratical passed the spell-check. Some serious force behind it, it flew about 40 feet or so.
Bo Rhap – Amazing compo of a bunch of Bohemian Rhapsody Covers. Astounding. mp3
Moment of Lyric:
Is this the real life?
Is this just fantasy?
Caught in a landslide
No escape from reality
Open your eyes
Look up to the skies and see
I’m just a poor boy, I need no sympathy
Because I’m easy come, easy go
A little high, little low
Anyway the wind blows, doesn’t really matter to me, to me
To Counter the downer earlier, Random pictures of Newt chilling out and having a snack. Also, a visit with Mzkitten.
Possibly Not work safe for places that don’t like orange cats or pretty girls in skimpy cocktail uniforms.