My walk home.

I got off the bus last night on the other side of town. I did this because I had some business to take care of with my friend Kipley. Kipley and I hung out for a while chatting it up on the stoop...I used to think that people who hung out on the stoop were morons but you can really get a lot accomplished. If you really think about it (and I have), it's really kind of a community gathering center.

Anyway, as I left Kipley, the first thing I noticed was the air, it was so humid I could see it. The second thing I noticed was the smell...it was trash day. Nice. I walk a couple of blocks and saw something so sad, I had to take a photo.


The saddest photo
ever

Doesn't that just break your heart?! Youth lost. A couple of blocks later...

"Hey big man, big man, can I get 35 cents?" If I've said this once, I've said it a thousand times, calling me "big man" doesn't mean we're buddies! I keep walking.

I pass a 2004 Jeep Wrangler that's for sale, they're asking $15,000...seems like a lot for a stick shift. I'm tempted to call the number and ask if it's made of solid gold but I keep walking.

Closer to my house, oh, there's a baby diaper disposal canister, now THAT'S an interesting smell.

A block away from my crib, I hear a woman screaming. I get closer and see her screaming at a cab driver. She's speaking English but I can't make out anything. You know those 911 calls they play on the 11 o'clock news, every so often something is said that can't be understood, so the transcriber writes, 'unintelligible,' well, she was unintelligible. Her husband (I'm guessing) runs to her aid and says this, "Stop screaming, they're going to think you're drunk!" Ha ha ha!

And that was my walk home.

Taxi!

Best,

Bob