ye olde crapfest

an early morning errand for work took me through good old downtown lex vegas, a place i rarely if ever visit nowadays, seeing as how i live in the burbs and love it with all my might. it was entertaining, nonetheless. i cranked (and i mean cranked) up the icky mettle (hi, j) and drove down the usual streets, taking in the usual (and some new and unusual) sights. in less than ten minutes, during the five minutes in and the five minutes out, i managed to see the fast walker--this kid with an afro and a hoody that walks...fast...with his cd player held out in front of him for blocks and blocks and days and days-- and good ol' wilma; i saw hobos at the hobo shower (surprise!), and the new fancy "count down the seconds" walk/ don't walk signs on the corner of main and slimestone. i saw my old boss (dork) and i saw sam's hotdogs (yum!). i saw the guy with the strange protrusion from his belly (it looks like a stomach wang, no kidding) who used to hang out in my old hood down on mlk.

aaaah, memories. i'm having trouble deciding if it's comforting to know what you're going to see and run into everywhere you go every time you go there, or if it's the most annoying thing ever.

i got new tennie-shoes, people. the gray vans (ca. 1999) have been replaced by the NEW gray 'roos. got quarters in the pockets and velcro for the fun noise-makin' action. i am in shoe heaven.

peace out, weekend it up for jeeesus.