3.31.06
Category: dribblings
tomorrow is mr. fleegan’s birthday. he is an april fool. (buddy is also an april fool. he doesn’t go by buddy anymore, but i just can’t bring myself to call him jeremiah.) he’ll be the three-four. i think. i can’t do math right now. in fact, all i’m really able to do so far today is drool and make coffee.
i’m taking my fella out tonight to get him some new shoes (new shoes!) and to a movie or dinner or whatever he wants. he’s the Birthday Boy.i came home on wednesday and they (who are they?) had demolized (is that a word? remember, i’m drooling over here.) the hobo crack house next door.
yesterday morning, at 6 in the morning i might add, they had that big machine (hey kids, remember when we went to the monster truck show? and that big dragon that killed the old pontiac? it was one of those machines! sans dragon outfit.) and it was picking up the debris and putting it into dumptrucks.
i woke up all, “are we having an earthquake?” and the cat was all, “since you’re up you might as well feed me. ‘cos if you don’t i’m just going to pester the hell out of you until you do. get up and feed me. feed me! feed me! feed me!”
so i watched the dumptrucks get filled while i drank my coffee. it’s so strange now, ‘cos when i look out my window i can see the houses on chestnut street. and one of them seems to have a giant tv on the porch. i think it’s actually in a picture window, but it makes it look like it’s on the porch. especially at night.
NOTICE:
free cat to good home. she’s old, so you just have to feed her once a day. she sheds like crazy, but also, she’s free. goes by the name Toonces Whorecat. but if you take her, you can call her whateverthehell you want.
Tags: 'hood life, toonces
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