LOVELY TRAFFIC JAMS OF THE MIND

It is ho' yeet (好熱 'hou yit'). Everyone agrees. Too warm today by half.
Darn well sweltering. Which may affect some people's minds. One FB friend communicated that he was wandering the aisles at an air-conditioned Walgreens just waiting till they discovered him and asked him to leave, another discussed the ideal size and shape of icecubes.

This blogger, after spending all morning in his underwear, went down to Chinatown to pay a lab bill at the hospital (東華醫院 'tung waa yi yuen') followed by a nice bowl of lean pork and preserved egg congee. Those two items are not related, they're sequential. First bill. Then lunch. Ho' yeet!

Then an iced caffeinated beverage, after a smoke.



BOOMING BELLOWING BUSINESS

At the bakery where I ended up, the busdriver (巴士司機 'baa si si gei', 巴士佬 'baa si lou') was holding forth about a recent road accident in which he had been involved. He's no longer piloting a public transit vehicle, but he's still driving, now without the precautionary and restrictive oversight so necessary to a man of his temperament. No more bounds!
It was very exciting. Much of it unprintable.
The other guy was at fault.

Everyone listened with rapt attention. Couldn't do anything else, because there is no volume control. And it was evident that detailing the stupidity of the other driver in all ways was the reason he came there today.

We all rather like him. Despite his crotchety nature.



SWAMP LAKE

The Chinatown Tutu Man is back. His outfit is more eye-catching than ever. Sort of sex-gargoyle with just enough (barely any) modesty. A zesty fishnet body suit, ripped, combined with a little ruffled berry-pink skirt he must have stolen off one of the local tykes. At the corner of Walter Lum and Clay Street he was being carefully guarded by two policemen who probably never dreamed they'd be doing this while at the academy.

He was also holding forth. At the top of his lungs. Medication! No respect. G-d damn you, G-d damn you, G-d damn you! He hadn't done anything, and demanded his liberty.

I still had a full load in my pipe, and time to kill. And, like the headwaiter of a local restaurant, I am keenly interested in crazy screaming.

The cops looked bored. And apprehensive.
Sometimes people like that can bite.

I am glad he's resurfaced again. I value the eccentrics of this city, and wish them the best. And I look forward to the interpretive dance version of angry paranoid ranting. We must move forward, not backward, and upward, not forward; and always, twirling twirling twirling toward freedom!

You gotta have faith, man.
Support the arts.



He should be back at the end of the week, after observation, pills, and a bath. He'll be disturbing the peace once more before you know it.





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