Scenes From A Walk

First mile... passing building "J," I notice a little Curly clone (maybe 2/3rds the size of Curly) in one of the condos. It's pawing at the sliding glass door as I go by. And it has li'l black feetses, like Curly, too. Awwww.

A few blocks later, two guys, arguing in Farsi. The hood is up on a car in the driveway. I don't speak Farsi, but I assume someone has a better idea about what needs done to fix the car.

Arrive at Sahib's. Get my beers. He tells me he's going back to India for a family visit in a few weeks, and wants to show me his new notebook he bought, so's he'll have the Intertubes while he's there. It's a Toshiba. Nice.

Second mile (the walk back)... I pass another little store, a half-block from Sahib's. Some young fool is crawling around on the roof of a slowly-moving car in its parking lot. Some young, fat fool jumps out of the back of said car, to harass the roof-crawler, until he notices me. Then, he turns to me, obviously drunk already, and hollers, "Hey buddy! You wanna get drunk?!? You wanna go get drunk with us? HAW haw haw haw!" Uh... yeah, sure thing. I'll get right on that.

Passing back by the Farsi argument, there's no more arguing -- just two guys under the hood of the car, doing car-fixin' stuff, I suppose.

Metro cop passes by, shines his spotlight on me, as he slowly passes. I shrug and give the universal sign for, "What the fuck?" He moseys along, and over the hill he goes.

Back at the condos, some woman is talking to a guy in an SUV, when it suddenly peels out of the lot. She starts walking back towards her building, and when she and are are within 20 feet of one another, she says, "There goes one stupid motherfucker!" I said, "Sing it, sistah!"

And then, I'm home. In the 37209.
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