At least it’s not snowing anymore. I find a sense of relief in days following snow days. It’s cold, but not too cold. There is a SMALL part of me that actually enjoys days like this one. These days are contradictions. There is sunlight everywhere, but it’s cold. Sunny days are supposed to be warm. Hah! Contradiction and complexity drives the world.
A good day deserves a good meal.
There is still some ice on the ground. That could be the source of some quality entertainment later on. Sirens? Wait… no.
A man riding a bike almost crashes due to the ice, and starts to curse and shout something about fish. Fish!
It has begun. The Revolution. They are coming. We must prepare. The only one who seems aware of it besides me appears to be the angry man on the bicycle. Everyone else is with THEM. THEY must be defeated.
Home. Balboa. He’ll help. Look at all the people that don’t care. At last. Home. WHERE’S BALBOA?!
THEY are coming…
Sunday, February 22, 2009
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Snow
It’s snowing. Waking up in the snow is never fun. By my count, I have woken up in the snow a total of 42 times in the last year. The frozen grass that populates the lot shines like a thousand diamonds in the early morning light.
Now that it is properly light out, I should find something to eat. I always find some treats in the woods by the old church.
Acorns and leaves have a distinct taste, and it is not for everyone. I would eat meat, but most of the wild animals in the city, like squirrels, seemed to have left. Maybe they are smarter than we give them credit.
Wow. Mushrooms. A delicacy. Well, at least a delicacy by my terms. A bit sour. Then savory. Overall, delicious. Although, there is a funny aftertaste.
A man with a golden beard walks out of one of the trees and tells me to do what he says. I trust him completely, even though I have no idea who he is. He finishes his speech and leaves as quickly as he appeared, leaving me there alone in the woods.
There are a lot of roaches out today. They seem to be trying to find someplace warm. A stream of them is flowing into the coffee shop, no doubt attracted by all of the steaming hot coffee makers.
Sitting there is that blind locksmith, Jacen, and his dog. Him having that dog is a shame. People do not appreciate what God has given them. He has made some people blind for a reason, and they see it as a disability, trying to overcome it by having some poor animal lead them everywhere.
I’m back in my lot. It’s about 6 in the evening. Whoa. Darkness. All the lights have gone out. People are screaming and shouting in anger at the lights. That will not do any good. Screaming will not make them come back on. You just have to wait.
The lights are back on. It has been two hours. Hopefully now everyone will shut up. The lights going out are part of His plan, and the sooner they realize that, the better.
Now that it is properly light out, I should find something to eat. I always find some treats in the woods by the old church.
Acorns and leaves have a distinct taste, and it is not for everyone. I would eat meat, but most of the wild animals in the city, like squirrels, seemed to have left. Maybe they are smarter than we give them credit.
Wow. Mushrooms. A delicacy. Well, at least a delicacy by my terms. A bit sour. Then savory. Overall, delicious. Although, there is a funny aftertaste.
A man with a golden beard walks out of one of the trees and tells me to do what he says. I trust him completely, even though I have no idea who he is. He finishes his speech and leaves as quickly as he appeared, leaving me there alone in the woods.
There are a lot of roaches out today. They seem to be trying to find someplace warm. A stream of them is flowing into the coffee shop, no doubt attracted by all of the steaming hot coffee makers.
Sitting there is that blind locksmith, Jacen, and his dog. Him having that dog is a shame. People do not appreciate what God has given them. He has made some people blind for a reason, and they see it as a disability, trying to overcome it by having some poor animal lead them everywhere.
I’m back in my lot. It’s about 6 in the evening. Whoa. Darkness. All the lights have gone out. People are screaming and shouting in anger at the lights. That will not do any good. Screaming will not make them come back on. You just have to wait.
The lights are back on. It has been two hours. Hopefully now everyone will shut up. The lights going out are part of His plan, and the sooner they realize that, the better.
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