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the fire alarm went off today.

i checked the hallway right away, no smoke, went back in, grabbed my keys, wallet, jacket and cell phone, told theo i'd be right back if there was a problem, and headed down the stairs. a man wearing a religious white robe was behind me, and his daughter, in a matching white robe, was behind him.

people were already gathered out front, a mix of semi-familiars, and some total un-knowns, all with similar looks on their faces. confused but calm. i overheard rumblings of a false alarm. the fire department showed up a few minutes later, they were calm too, probably because nobody came running out of the building on fire.

i saw a hot girl that id met on the elevator standing with her hot friend, but i was too hungover and un-showered to approach. instead, i headed down the street to a small bookstore, spotted on an earlier mission. there's bookstores everywhere in new west. i bought 3 books for 14 bucks, and continued on in search of food. found a cool sushi place, sat down, ordered the spicy combo and a miso soup, and started reading 'into the wild.' i felt unique and educational. even though my hands were shaky and my forehead moist.

good sushi. until i started pondering the possibilities that it may have actually been a real fire, and that my attorney/best friend was locked up on the 3rd floor. so i took the 2nd half of my spicy combo to go, and headed home. it was raining. when i got back to the building, everyone was gone, drama over. i talked to a person in the lobby, apparently some woman pulled the alarm, and apparently she's a few marbles short.

"you're like school in the summertime...no class!"

i didnt go camping this weekend.
pulled the shoot, shot the shit.
just didnt have the strength.
hope it was fun, guarantee it was fun.
DJ Dow, he knows how.

this has been a gong-show summer. houseboating last weekend was the orgasm at the end. going camping this weekend would have felt like that post-sex-keep-going that you do just for her. instead i saw the lions beat the all-wets last night in a huge upset, featuring a handful of drinks, or course, but nothing like the self-polluting i would have been doing at harrison. im old, can only party hard for 26 years before needing a weekend off. and naturally i treat a weekend off like a vacation, so i party. doesn't make alot of sense, but i roll with it. reasoning is unnecessary in times of bliss. go the distance, sweep the knee, have a hot dog, maximize units of joy, etc.

this place is a museum.
people walk through quietly staring at stuff.
former friends, future lovers.

i dance to dean martin, theo disagrees.

posted by Colin # 7:35 PM

Saturday, September 5, 2009

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