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I would be-eg and steal (he would beg and steal) ju-ust to feeeel (yes just to feel) Fri|05.24 Sticker seen on homeward-bound public transportation: SKULLFUCK MUNI I don't even think that's possible! Eh, nothing to say. Was going to tell you about "Skip" but who really cares. Skip doesn't even remember our interaction at this point, why should I? All righty then. GOOD NIGHT! that's okay man, she don't LIKE THEM ANYWAY! Thurs|05.23 Today is someone's birthday, either Whip's or Ang's. Yesterday was the other's, who'sever isn't today. If you dig me. So happy birthday to two people I've lost touch with. Bumpersticker seen today: "NOT YOUR BITCH" Beg to differ. Billboard seen in the airport: Two blonde children clutching each other, horror on their little faces, with this in block letters: "MOMMY IS A FLIGHT ATTENDANT...NOT A PUNCHING BAG!" At the bottom was "air rage" in a circle, with a line drawn through it. Air rage is bad, you know. That's someone's mommy or daddy you're beating the crap out of, pal. I looked for it online but couldn't find it. I'm no holy man. My niece really really really likes ketchup. Not the bride niece, the four-year-old niece. The only way my sister could talk her into eating anything at dinner was to tell her she'd get more ketchup that way, since it had soaked into the [meat/vegetable/whathaveyou]. She drenched everything in ketchup then dipped her head to the plate and lapped up the ketchup in a few seconds of pure joy until my sister asked her to use a fork. Poor kid, she really wanted to go home. ("Let's go back to the airport, Mommy!") Florida can get hot. She loved the beach, the four-year-old did, and the waves. Running toward them, running away from them, getting knocked over by them. She was fun to watch. There were three dogs at the beach, an Irish setter playing frisbee a bit past the breaking point with a woman (although I must be misremembering that, it seems like it would be too deep), a black lab who ran into the water over and over to fetch a tennis ball, smashing through waves. The third was a golden retriever puppy, who was with a mother and two children. The mother handed the leash to the boy and said, "Run, pretend you're having a good time and he'll follow you!" My niece cried each time we left the beach. I forgot how good the sand feels when the end of a wave hits your feet, how they sink in. The bubbles of living things breathing or whatever popping up in holes through the sand as the water retreats. The way you lose perspective when you watch the waves. And then everything is so sandy. You never get rid of it. Sandy sandy sandy. Waitress at IHOP across from the hotel wore this pin on her uniform: "TRAINED TO CARE." And aren't we all. Haha. Ha. Ha. HAVIN MAH BAYBEE! what a lovely way of sain how mush you luv meeee Tues|05.21 Lush and humid, green and varied shades of green. Palm, grass, bamboo, coconuts, limes, trees trees trees. Sky a low ceiling, clouds dramatic and full. Fuckin' bugs. Biting me and shit. Grandnephew by marriage, a long-lashed, curly-haired, sharp and lively second grader, referred to as "The Boy" by his parents, shared a backseat with me. He explained Spiderman's powers and asked if I liked Godzilla. He showed me his baby Godzilla that was his "cuddle toy." The plastic monster bared its teeth at me. "Your cuddle toy?" He nodded and flashed his dreamy smile. "I sleep with him." Then he fluttered his eyes and pressed Godzilla to his chest to demonstrate his meaning. When his eyes reopened they lit up again. "Did you see in Godzilla when all the eggs were hatching and the baby Godzillas were coming out?" "No, I never saw Godzilla. That sounds scary though, all those baby Godzillas hatching. Was it?" "No," he said thoughtfully. "They were beautiful." Then he told me about fish hatcheries and so forth. And he did confirm that crabs can grow back legs, so I was relieved about an earlier event out on the dock, when my sister had accidentally stepped on a fleeing crab and had caught its leg under her heel. DETATCHED its leg. Tiny black crab scooting, or scootching, that weird thing they do that is just WEIRD to see. Fucking alien crabs. Still I hated to see his leg ripped from his body like that, so was glad that The Boy knew about legs growing back. He had a real day-dreamy look in his eye most of the time, and the sweetest smile. And those eyelashes. I just now realized while writing this that maybe he knows that, and uses it to his advantage with adults. Huh. Nahhhhhh. aRcHiVeS | hOmE |