Dude. It's summer! And I can post a picture of Lori for no particular reason other than that I want to.
Yesterday, just before dusk, I walked over to one of my favorite neighborhood thai places to pick up some food. Walking in my hood, down the Sunset Blvd. past the music conservatory where Flea sometimes fills in for the receptionist, the tattoo shop, Tacos Delta, past the white guy with an afro sitting on a bench, white feather boa around his neck and big pink plastic sunglasses on his head saying “I swear on our love” into his cell phone, walking through patches of sweet magnolia scent (which I think smells like impossibly fresh tortillas), I thought
“I have so much happiness in me.”
And it's true.
The girl who works at Suriyo is named Venus, and she recognizes my voice whenever I call and order my Suriyo rolls (this is probably a better thing to admit to than the fact that the girl who works at K.C. Donut gets my glazed old fashioned and medium coffee ready every morning without me having to say anything other than “hi, how are you today?”). Venus handed me my brown paper sack, and I got to walk home through it all again.
(Then I watched Repo Man, which sent me into some kind of LA love fugue state that may have led to a late night trip to Zankou and some cruising around on the east side, but I think you probably already have the gist, here.)
Posted by jjwiseman at June 18, 2004 07:12 PMdude, it's summer. last week, jen and i decided to take a romantic walk from the mouth of the underground river in hartford up-stream a bit (there was a flood in the 20s so they buried a river. large smelly concrete deal) harford municipal types don't take well to nature so there were a few wire-mesh enclosed pallets of gravel blocking our way but we didn't let that stop us from taking a nice summer walk through the chiggers and what we later learned to call 'poison ivy.' on the way back we stepped over the wino who's canine receptionist is the reason he has fleas in the first place and had a nice coffee on the patio of a quaint coffeshop right next to empire fried chicken and the bus stop and watched the sun set over the construction site across the street. summer is fucking wonderful you metrohiptual daft cunt. i toast you and your $7 beer, sir -- here is to beads of sweat rolling down your back and into the swamp, wino-pee smell, the 900 degree leather seats in your hipster-mobile, and the coming fall. hear hear.
Posted by: meatsock on June 20, 2004 03:35 AMYeah, but I buy my $7 beers from guest bartender Kiefer Sutherland, the winos sleep on discarded screenplays and we all know we're in paradise.
Your girl is beautiful, take good care of her.
Posted by: on June 25, 2004 04:55 PMI'm working on it.