Something Different.
May 2, 2003 – 9:33 pmI spent the day out and wrote on my palm pilot, so I figured I’d post all of that. So here’s a post from the streets:
Today we’re going to the mall. Corin needs the antenna on her phone fixed. We plan to buy bus passes.
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I’m humming “Across the Universe” and riding the bus. Corin seems to be mad at me. We were discussing the route we were going to take and she didn’t want to get off at HEB (William Cannon). I thought we could get bus passes there. She wanted to wait until Central Market. I don’t think they have them, but we’ll see. If she is right, then she saved us some time. If I’m right, then I would have saved us some money. So I guess the question is: what is more important, time or money?
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Suddenly I feel like I’m in the film “Gummo”. Some kids were talking a bunch of nonsense. Something about a genie. I think they were on acid. They started a conversation with this poor guy about what he had bought. He told them (I couldn’t understand him) and then they asked him for his age.
“37″, he said.
“How old you think you’ll get?”, they asked.
He was sort of shocked, then laughed. He said he wanted to live passed 200.
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I’m waiting for another bus. It’s hot. All day the sun has been hidden. Suddenly it came out with a vengeance.
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Corin picked up her check. We went to her store and then the other thrift store. I saw a few items I wanted, but I can’t justify spending that kind of money while I don’t have a job.
