what’s left of hurricane patricia made it here. so i stupidly decided to go for a stroll, leaving some junk at the salvation army and landing at starbucks, where they no longer appear to carry my favorite sammich. i guess i needed some fresh aggravation injected into what was otherwise a perfectly peacable day. now i am jittery and sweating, the jitters come from being in the rain. i really cannot stand being in the rain and cannot understand how people walk around in it without any kind of umbrella, hood, or any protection whatsoever.
Mainly i wanted out of the apartment because someone somewhere was smoking a cigarette, stinking up the place like a dead dog’s asshole. i’m pretty sure it was the guy who lives next door but not certain.
ongoing attempts to dehoard have me burning discographies to DVDs, labeling them as such, and leaving them at thrift shops. with my name and web site urls all over these discs i hope to make contact just once, with someone who found the items at the thrift shops and was curious as to who i am or was, should i pass before anyone attempts to contact me through this.
i just think it’s amusing to think of someone finding a DVD with the Bee Gees’ discography and finding me that way. i don’t think i’ve ever intentionally listened to our sought out a Bee Gees song or record, with the possible exception of “Words,” which was their “Angie” tearjerker hit that was, like “Angie” to the Rolling Stones, largely out of character for the band.
Nice, “Carmina Burana” is playing here at the Starbucks.
Feeling too irritable to continue here. Need to get back to writing at home. Should not have come out at all this nasty day.
