Sunday Funday
I got this job in a piss factory inspecting pipe
Forty hours thirty-six dollars a week
But it’s a paycheck, Jack
-Patti Smith
On my lunch break writing this drivel. It is a crime to be working on such a nice day but what are ya gonna do? Yesterday I went to the Farmers Market. Have not been to that in a while and after going I really can’t come up with a good reason for the absence. Picked up a kick ass assortment of fruit for $3 which included Asian Pears, (Oh man, these things are unreal!), tasted some killer cheese and met Charlie the dog. Good way to spend a Saturday morning. Too bad I am going to be out of town next weekend.
Last night I went to the Bayou to carb up and swing some stick. Had a great time but oh man the level of play reached an all time low. Abby beat me for the title of “Best of the Worst”. I am pretty sure one dude hung himself after watching the horror unfold. It was like watching Palsy victims thread a needle. After I went home, changed bikes and rallied some parking garages. It was really nice out and since my insomnia is pulling double duty I figured some cool clean air would clear my head.
Sounds like Sly is going all P-Diddy and changing his name again. Dude has more names than the Devil. Yaaaa!
