Cycle Busters.

I got a ticket at the beginning of the summer whilst riding my bike and looking great doing it. The ticket was for running a red light. Cops. Fucking. Cops. So today I went to court because I didn't want to pay the entire fine since I was being fined as if I had been driving a car, but I was in fact riding my bike! DUN-DUN-DUNNNNH! It was all pretty much a big waste of time, and I left feeling powerless and angry and depressed that I didn't raise my voice just a little more than I did, which was not a lot. But I didn't carry my grudge too long afterwards because it was a beautiful day outside and it's basically the end of the summer and I didn't want to ruin it. Instead I made myself some lunch and I worked on some painting and I am only thinking about that ticket right now because I was telling you about it since I didn't want to just start out talking about football and how excited and happy I am that the season is starting. Geez. But am I right? FOOT BALL, FOOT BALL!! I get to watch the opening game in Racine with my Mom and Brother, I think my Aunt Judy will be there as well. I am going to eat brats, and drink Wisconsin Beer and soak it all in while I can because when I get back I got some work to do. Serious work that will require a lot of attention. It's none of your business.

My Precious Baby Skunk.

What up bro?

You know me? I'm a sneaky sneak.
That is my M.O.
You think you know what I am up to.
But you don't! It's all a ruse!
I am like one of those M. Night Shyalamadingdong movies.

You know that I got a nickname?
I do, twas given to me by a dude at work.
Somehow, it stuck.
Longer than anyone had hoped.

You guys know Manny?
That dude is my coworker, he is my main coworker of life.
Normally he calls me by my nickname.
But suddenly, out of nowhere, I am Big Princess.
Big Princess.

Hey, while I am thinking about it, sorry to have been such a downer the other night.
Maybe it is just the end of summer drawing near.
Did I say summer?
I meant humanity.

HA! Good one! High Five!

What is it about the past that is so appealing?
And why do we cling to the shreds of past that remain in our brain?
I slap my brain and scream "You can not go back!"

Did you know I was in a really awesome band?
I was in a band with three of my best friends and I fucked it all up.
For some reason that I will never truly understand, I decided to join the "air" "force".
Things were never the same after that.

I have heard that women are better secret keepers than men.

I was breaking rocks in the hot, hot sun.

I have been having a hard time focusing lately.
I feel like I got some kind of junk on my lenses and I can't see the fine details of life.
I can't stop thoughts from intruding on my personal spaces.

I want it all!

Peach Gorge.

When Truen and I first moved here and lived in the hole, we would walk "home" late at night
we would walk past a place in Greenpoint called Rachel's Garden.
It was open until really late, and we would get our groceries there.

Hit Crackers.
Bottled water.
Nutella.
Apples.

I continued to shop there after we moved out of the Hole, when I started working in the area.
I would stop on the way home to get some vegetables and fruit.
They have a good selection and it is fairly priced.

I still go there but not as often.
I bought some peaches there recently, I am addicted to these peaches.
Truen can't understand how I can eat so many peaches.
But I can't understand how she CAN'T eat all these peaches.

They are like sweet pieces of candy, they are so juicy and sweet!
I want to eat the all right now, all 6 of them.
It would boost my peach count to 9 for the day.
I had three for breakfast.

It is the only way I know.
When I was little, my MOm would buy a watermelon and I would eat the whole thing in one day.
Later on after I met my friend Justin and started living in his basement and backyard pool,
I would eat all their watermelon also.
His Dad would try to hide it from me but I would find it and eat it and think,
"Well, if they don't want me to eat it, they need to hide it better."
I honestly couldn't help myself.
And I still can't.

It is the only way I know.
I am like an alcoholic, but for fruit.

Dang!
My baby is HUGE.
He is a giant baby.
He has me worried, I don't think I will be larger than him for mush longer.
And you can't reason with him, so if he gets bigger than me, I am at his mercy.

Hey, did you grow up in Racine?
There was a restaurant over at Elmwood Plaza, and it was set towards the back of the parking lot, and it had a
Girls name, what was it called?
Can someone please remind me?

I have to go.
loamrhew