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outside the bay windo ( that's suppossed to be a display window..) the parking lot is that crazy sodium yelow from the lamps. my shop is kinda my workstation more than a shop, since that's where the machine is, and the phone, and the stereo. it's #4 in a u-shaped strip of 18, all done up in somekinda bastardization of Tudor and Georgian. There's a fly-fishing shop, a miscosoft school, a wig store, and someone is putting in somekinda gift shop next to the dance school. The dance school is neat cos there's all kinda beautiful women and cute girls in and outta there, but they walk up the middle of the parking lot instead of on the sidewalks so that they don't walk close to anyone. i realized this one night when i was headed across the lot to pick up my chinese food and some Hollins College girl walked all the way around her volvo to avoid me after we made eye contact. makes me sad more than anything else. just sad. Next door to me is a Mexican grocery ...excuse me.. "Latin Store". Since i'm Texan, i have great fun with my neighbors and we get along great. the rest of the mall looks at both of us with distrust, so we band together with an unspoken TexMex alliance and sneer right the fuck back. My other neighbors include TWO nail salons ( one black, one redneck). When the redneck nail place moved in, the owner's husband paid us a visit to ask if "those Mexicans ever get out of hand". they like to hang out at the grocery and drink Coke and neon-colored mexican soda in glass bottles and play mexican music outta their firebirds and mini-trucks. "Nope" i said."they're great neighbors. they dont leave trash all over the place or talk shit. they keep to themselves cos they just wanna hang out with other mexicans and talk mexican stuff. 'sides, the keep the rednex over there outta the way." Over there is "The Loyal Order Of Eagles", which just got their walking papers. Imagine a bar where yeh gotta bring yer own hooch. that's what that joint is. or, was. r.e.d.n.e.x. then there's a Hair salon called Diva's, run by a 6'3" tall black queen who sashays across the parking lot to his black Commanche precicely at 7:10 every day, and a great lil Chinese Resturant called "Heaven" across the way where they call me "Shawn". i found out just last month that they were saying "xiong' which means "bear". When i told Miguel (mex next doot) about that he laughed and calls me "oso" now. that means 'bear' too, just in spanish. it's kinda neat, cept i got quite a few gay customers, mostly guys. in the gay language "bear" is what big hairy gay men call each other, especially truckers and bikers, of which i am neither. or gay. i'm not homophobic by any means, but suddenly my new nickname just doesnt hold the same camaradery it did. anyway. i parked all crazy so my truck is dominating the view. i love my truck. you'll never understand until you have a truck, andyou've lived in it (literally). it's given me 350000 miles and never asked for a thing except the basic things that trucks need. it's dirty, but i take good care of it and i know i can depend on it no matter what, all i gotta do is basic truck stuff for it. *sigh* |
I was trying to figure that out the other day. And don't worry about the Hollins College girls. No, actually, take advanrage of it. Scare the shit out of em. They need to be shook up every once in awhile. Too damn sheltered and perky. I have a personal vendetta. |
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I could have been a long blonde haired lesbian who only wore Banana Republic clothing and listened to Mellisa Etheridge non-stop while drinking cheap beer I suckered some redneck into buying. I escaped with my life and a set of titty piercins. |
At least you got the piercings...and your life. Most excellent. But they sound frightening. You may commence destroying them, then. |
.....DIIIIIIIVVVVEE!" |
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it seems that if i can't seem to accomplish anything else, i can always make you laugh. i dunno what that sez a/b either one of us... but i just ate a whole friggin thing of "Pulp Addiction" Ben & Jerry's tonight instead of getting drunk. |
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mi gawd. umm, chocolatey-orange bits ( more than chips, less than chunks...) in chocolate ice cream. i think that there's a little bit more to it than that, but i the sugar/lactose coma that followed the chocolate mugging scrubbed a few dozen minutes outta my hourglass. .. but that's why yeh eat ice cream, ain't it? |
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That and you made me a margarita when everyone else got slimy beer. It's the little things. I chose to get drunk last night instead of eating ice cream. It's good to reverse habits sometimes. But Aimee made me buy this pear ACE cider stuff. Holy yummy. |
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