...driving along in my automobeeel                                                                                                        running errands,                                                                                                                             get something here,                                                                                                                        drop something there,                                                        …

...I do that. 'Bout nothin' special. Just stuff. Like, is it donuts? Or doughnuts? And why is it what it is? Why is English so confusing? Why can't I remember the rule for accents? Why does Spanish have accents? Did the Arabs do that to us too, after the pricks invented algebra? Occasionally I ponder the imponderable like, why are there Republicans? But that gives me a brain freeze worse than a cheap slushy.

I'm at the house where I used to live, waiting for my son, when my wife comes…

I do. Really! Most people do. They, the ubiquitous and omnipotent they, have conducted studies that indicate chocolate is good for us, but not for dogs, and unlike Brussels sprouts makes us happy. Makes me happy.

What I don't like is chocolate drizzled on unchocolate stuff that doesn't need it. Chocolate dipped strawberries? Yeah, they're good. Got that tart/sweet/tart thing going. Chocolate on Brussels sprouts? I don't care. I'll never eat one.

Went to the store this morning…

Spent Easter con mi'ja en Albuquerque, Nuevo Mexico, USA. Jeje. I was telling her 'bout the time I got in some trouble in L.A. and my parents sent me off to live with relatives in Albuquerque. I recalled standing at the counter in the Albuquerque High School Admissions Office, being handed a sheaf of papers to fill out and asking, how the fuck ya spell albakerky? And in a flash some large and wide crewcut sumbitch comes out o'...I don't know where, grabs me by my arm an' drags me to the…

You're walking along the beach, looking out at the sea,

and you get a feeling. So you look back and half way up a seaside cliff there it is watching,…

...guy says, "I speak English, sorta." I nod. "An' Spanish, sorta," he continues. And I nod again. "Ghetto an' Cracker too," he goes on while grinning. And I'm thinking, why'd I look this fool up?

Now he's asking, "Ya think we're a distink group?"…