Current mood:

recumbent

Choose Your Own Ground
Yesterday morning, I found a pile of vomit next to my car door, from which I guessed that the neighbor who parks in the spot next to mine had a severely drunk evening. Today, I found there was more vomit on top of the old vomit. I mean precisely on top, not overlapping. It seems almost ritualistic.

I will be parking in another spot until the situation resolves itself. Yet I have to admit some fascinated part of me wants this to continue.

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"Music, a series of ascending and descending tones, died today. The cause was Jonas Brothers: The 3D Concert Experience. After the death, a Chevrolet truck was driven to a levee, but the levee turned out to be dry, and several Southern men were seen consuming alcoholic beverages and discussing their mortality." A.J. Jacobs, "Recent Obits," Esquire, March 2009