One has just been sent out as a biblical dove, has found nothing green, and slips back
into the darkness of the ark -- Kafka

Friday, December 23, 2016

Walking [12.23.16]


Morning. Post-coffee and post-Chateaubriand (he just got back from his pilgrimage). Where did he come from? From a distance (he was up on the bridge, I was headed down to the concrete bank of the river), I heard him yell. He used the N. word so creatively (uncreatively): tag for both ass-kicker and ass-kicked. Then he used the somewhat redundant "white cracker." Am I really in Southern California? Anyway ... I kept quiet, visited the target venue, snapped a few pics, wondered about another guy (down on the bike path, heaping cart of uncollectibles), then circled back, past Wally's World and to the tire store.

They fixed the nail wound for free.

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