a "traveler kid" just approached me outside cafe envie (where tess is shamelessly waiting for a certain sexy to come back by so she can have that heart high) and said that it was a shame how cops arrested people for nothing and also something like that crackheads are the lowest rung of bumdom because they have no souls
she was drunk and repeated her slurred comments over and over again...
i wonder what state her soul is in.
and there is a dog here next to me and i am in love. with the dog. i want a dog, and further, believe that i deserve the company...
this moment in time, when i am off and sick and cold and waiting with enthusiasm for my coming mother-- it feels like the collapsed tunnel life i'm living has opened up some and i don't have to dig so fericously right now.
plus yesterday outside of circle k i saw an image of me as an adult, and realized it is now. i am living my adult life, suddenly, which means i should probably get it together some, but then i can't yet because i'm still waiting on him and we don't have any plans.
there is a man at the counter who is on a cell phone call talking about banksy-- and i do think someone should tell him that elastic on the bottom is out... but his name is bill and he is a freelance photojournalist who probably lives exactly the kind of life i would give mine up for (elastic or none)
it's late and my mother is coming--
apparently the "traveler kid" had some shit to say after i left, i trust the tess kelly telling off will suffice.
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