It’s warm out.
The hipsters are wearing nice shoes,
and the girls have… breasts.
I’m standing in the middle of traffic on Avenue des Pins, safe between yellow lines. I don’t know what the temperature is but my eyes don’t water and freeze tears on my face, so it’s all good.
I go to the gym for a while. There’s an anorexic girl there who scares the living shit out of me. I could fit my hand around her bicep and touch finger to thumb. I could press her barren stomach and press through to her spine. She’s face down on the incline bench, lifting 11.5 pounds up to work out her back. She looks like she’s going to snap. I watch morbidly, waiting for her ulna to shatter and rip blood and sinew out of her flesh. Sorry, that’s just part of my day. I hope she gets better.
I went to the track and ran for a while until I got tired. Had dinner with Ron on St. Denis, just north of Duluth. Mexicasa. Omigod it’s good. I eat like a coked-up hyena which I think makes our cute Mexican waitress happy. She smiles and says this is real Mexican food. Omigod it’s good.
I had gorditas stuffed with beef and potatoes. Then I had something called, I think, sopte. It’s a tortilla covered with beans and chicken or beef or pork. Ron had this do-it-yourself beef and bean tortilla which was hells good too. He has good news which I can’t share just yet, but it’s good. He’s bright as hell. I wonder where we’ll be in 10 years. I’ll be a mid-level civil servant with a confusing title. He’ll be probably be rich. More likely married (just fucking with you).
I told him what I really want to do is video-blog for a living. Like, get paid to travel to different cities and video-blog about them. Just go to Delhi and eat and shop and learn about stuff and get comped cause I provide advertising for the Airline, restaurants, etc – via a video website. That would be sweet. Still, I definitely need a day job.. hence mid-level civil servant. Those are my dreams. I’d also like to make a movie of the Ramayana and become a demigod. I’d also like to be a rock star.
My friends Mark and Rich are rock stars. They had a really good show at this Battle of The Bands at Cafe Campus last night. This summer I used to play the drums with Mark and Boozy and some people. Except I couldn’t really play the drums, but that’s OK. Now he has a real band, and they verily rock. The crowd loved them, and not just because it was mostly friends and family. Rich has a good stage presence and Mark is kind of a Jewish version of Prince, except more hyper, if that’s possible. Noah plays bass, Daniel plays keyboards, and Daniel’s brother plays drums. Rich and Mark play guitar and sing.
My favorite song was “I Really Really Really Really Really Like You.” I had it in my head this morning. The band calls itself The Lovely Feathers.