Friday, May 11, 2007

Which is something I meant to remember.



It was the time of vehicles driving other vehicles places.

Remember when that funny running lizard was like totally a craze in Japan or something?



Walking by a group of men huddled under a streetlight outside a modern looking office building in Pasadena at 9 at night, their heads bowed and their eyes closed, a tall bald man saying "We pray to you, dear Jesus . . . ." The Scientologists giving free Stress Tests on Colorado in Old Town.

My feet sour after a day in a conference room getting papercuts, demanding answers, bickering, dying in the office air, knowing that this much coffee and this little sleep and water cannot be good for the kidneys and half a bagel until you feel you are not remembering things that happened a few seconds ago.

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