I have very little faith in people lately, their cigarettes, their paths with their leashed animals, dotted lines of routines back and forth and back and forth. I have very little faith in, people? I will get shanked by a deranged homeless guy tomorrow, his name is reginald, used to be a welder back in the days of the bends, probably the Eads had spared him his life only to leave his brain perpetually underwater. To be honest it wont hurt much, just feel very wet, and warm. Reginald may come back to materialize a portion of this narration but since tomorrow is my "it" day, well, my schedule might not be filled up but typically mismanaged.
Back to a gorgeus aftenoon, a yellow hue I can only recreate in photoshop when I'm supposed to render "a perfect afternoon" Temperature has been on my good side, no reason to elaborate except I hate extreme weathers of any sort, in fact my confort zone might be so close to the middle I give it 73 degrees 1 or 2 over under. Dog, owner, Girl, Guy, Couple, Frozen Yougurt, tourist, lost tourist, red light, walk before the the walk sign appears, typical indicators. I suppose I'm not that bored and apathetical all the time, but the news of my impendent death has put me morose at best. Not the fact itself but the lack of awareness it will have. Killed by homeless guy, great for the local evening news, the righ amount of searchable keywords in blogs, maybe another reminder to the bored suburbinite to not move to an urban area despite the divorce dreams, the start fresh, meet a random douchebag in a post-baseball- game-won-frenzy, get knocked up and start the cycle all over again. Yes, a cautionary tale at best, an injustice for me, but also for reginald for sure. I doubt that orbituary copy is pre-written for him, he is black and poor pretty much as invisible you can be in society.
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