Saturday, October 21, 2006

S-a-t-u-r-d-a-y night!

The bus ride downtown where the rowdy youngster behind us was sharpening his knife and bragging about the switchblade he just bought. Sean was most offended by the fact that these kids seemed too lazy to prounounce any consonants.
The blurry night photo of a man in his glass living room in his fancy new apartment building sitting in his fancy leather chair watching TV with fancy headphones on. We wanted to leave big sweaty ass prints on his glass walls but thought better of it. I wonder if he was really paying attention to what he was watching or if he was too preoccupied with the thrill of being watched.
Dinner at Diane's where she showed us the WWI knife she just bought, turned on some french death metal and served us a delicious veggie noodle dish while we talked about dental insurance and which street people bug us and which don't (Mercy Corp-yes. Street Roots sellers-no. Pimps-sometimes). We love Diane and the mummy pictures on her wall.

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