so i’m covered in tiny bug bites….

they are itchy…

they are burning…

i am dirty…

papa tony’s is done

papa tony montage:

darrell, call me back. call me back, darrell…

pasta and red sauce

porkchops for y’all

she don’t look like she don’t eat nothin’

what y’all eat?

baked macaroni

nice and hot for y’all

nostalgia phase complete.

went on an art museum expedition… there’s so much art, you know… a lot of it just doesn’t do it for me… like i don’t get that warm belly feeling that indicates most of my strongest emotions… like hunger….

anyhow, there was this children’s section… a lot of hover cars, a lot of dead dogs and cats, one boy who’s dad was left in jail, and one boy who said he would never be a refugee…

we went to an open mic at the urban cup cafe/zoo…

people are so interesting. the couple who own the place involved me in an argument about when he’d given her/ she’d stolen his school jacket…

i wonder if cafes are really all that artsy and cool… like honestly, there are so many and even though each is unique (assuming it’s not a starbucks) they all have the same rebellious, sleepless, tortured, incense scented message of “come eat dairyless pastries, children of Dionysis. come quaff of stimulants.”

so i refer to the urban cup as a zoo because the people there are so very different: a jamaican girl who apparently spoke english, a rasta man, a older guy playing idiot’s guide to violin, a folk singer, and a weasley man in white who i wrote off as a weirdo until i realized that he wrote his own songs and bought that hat he was wearing and put on socks in the morning and cooked…. people things, human things… people surprise you…

evan dropped a vase on me…

and i almost ran into charles barkley… he was in space jam…

im so ready for holiday cheer!