pictionary.

I'm not really sure of all the rules...usually you just wing it, right?
This confused me. I was playing with a few friends plus two girls I didn't know that were both on the opposing team.
one of them drew a card and said "Oh, I don't know what this is; I can't draw it"


me and my teammates looked at each other through the corners of our eyes.
"what was it?" asked one of their players.
"I don't know," she said "a cyclops?? I don't even know what that is or how to draw it"

..............................our team had to stifle our laughter.



a cyclops?
c'mon.
guess who won.

3 drugs deals

from a cadillac. not bad for the first week of the month.

hotel rooms have been rented out in anticipation of welfare checks being cashed and the fiends starting up.
the freaks come out of the woodwork to get their fix in my neighborhood.
I'm queen here. people come up to my window and tell me what's up. what if I was a narc? I can't believe the shit they tell me.
what they're mixing in their heroin, how much weed they have left to sell, how this person is running his shit from prison.........
I have something on my forehead that tells them to confess their sins.

defiance

jogger stops at the corner of 4th ave to have cigarette.

I applaud your effort.

I spy with my little eye

a fur hat.
walking west down 128th by my work.
a fur hat, a corduroy jacket and a KILT.
that's right. a kilt.


there's always a lot going on at the bus stop. I should write more about the freaks here...

pharmacy.

never a dull moment at the pharmacy. sure, the waiting is boring, but there's always some interesting people hanging around. waiting for their schizophrenia meds and medicinal marijuana that they swear up&down is for their muscle spasms.
after a long journey from the parking lot and thru the entire store, you're halted by a stop sign instructing you to not cross the line until called upon. thanks HIPPA. you kind of glance around, making sure not to stare at anyone too long. "wonder what he's got" you think, trying to decide if his face is naturally that shade of yellow.
the last time I was at the pharmacy, I sat next to a big bin of books on clearance. every once in a while someone would paw thru it for a bit and move on. then a woman, who we'll call "lola" started digging around aimlessly. stopping only to page thru "how it's made FOR KIDS!", she sang along to every song that came over the radio. first it was "golden years" by david bowie. she doesn't know all the lyrics, so it's coming out like "don't let me tell you life is hm hmm hm hmm-hmm aaangel...come hmm hmm baby look at the sky life's hmm hmm nights are warm and days are one..."
I want so badly to correct her. I mangle lyrics all the time, but I love David Bowie...and wouldn't I be doing her a favor?
suddenly the music changes and I can barely tell what song it is. she's obviously excited cuz she starts swaying a little bit. is this what I look like? she knows all the lyrics. she's a little off key, but aren't we all...
"I'll be your dream I'll be your wish I'll be your fantasy. I'll be your hope I'll be your love be everything that you need"
truly madly deeply. I had to copy&paste those lyrics.
she stayed for the whole song before moving on to frozen foods.

cotton candy

I don't remember why my mom calls people "cotton candy people".
whenever she's out and about, she comes back with people watching stories, never leaving out 'cotton candy'.

every night at don's there's cotton candy.
tonight, justin&i arrived and the two booths connected to ours were foreigners. we were playing apples to apples. they might've been thinking how wonderful it is to be American; we can just go have coffee and play board games all night.
it is...it's wonderful.