whoa uh oh.
so i was walking to work late. as i spent all of this morning finishing up two papers related to lust and sex. i will refer to my freelance work as papers.
i am walking on a pretty deserted street but there was this homeless man sitting in a corner near the street. under an awning off to the side. and as i’m walking towards him, a businessman is walking the other way. briskly.
and suddenly, the homeless guy yells “hold your horse, motherfucker! hold your horse! you’ll fucking get there. i saaaaaid, hold your horse, motherfucker!” it all came out in one long stream of diatribe. he sounded extremely cantankerous and belligerent. so as i approached him, i tried to walk by extra fast.
but no dice. i got this: “hey, little babe. why don’t you come over here and sit in my lap and suck on some things?”
oh. that’s nice. it’s good to see i haven’t lost my game.
i did pass a secret japanese-style rock garden inside a fancy-schmancy hotel though, which reinfused me with a boost of zen. i shall go sit there one of these days until they kick me out. japanese-style rock gardens complete me.