THE GLOWING UGLY

On Monday a Yale alumnus disrobed, went over to a Tesla shop with a shotgun, and ran around screaming. Which is probably perfectly normal for such a business. Why, folks do it all the time! Or perhaps they should. I don't know, it's not something I would advise, but it's up to you. For me it's just one more reason to scrupulously avoid all things Musk.
Nudity in public is not something which I endorse.

Which is why I must object, strenuously object, to the full moon on Grant Avenue yesterday evening. The bookseller and I were walking up the street, and just outside one of the local bars a nasty looking random nutball was gyrating in the middle of the street with a naked arse. I suspect he may have been trying to get rid of a daemon that possessed him through his backwards cannon, I did not ask the bookseller what he thought it was, we both changed the subject immediately and continued on to the bus stop deep in conversation, discussing totally non-rump related matters. It was a very ugly rear-end.


I blame Trump and Maga for this. White people empowerment.
The main problem with that is it encourages loonies.
Which is destructive to society.

Heck, just look at parts of the Deep South.

The reason why we have people like that in the Bay Area is basically regifted fruitcake. We didn't ask for it, but somewhere in Appalacksativiboola decided they needed to buy cousin Jebediah a one-way Greyhound ticket. They packed his bags for him. One clean pair of undies, a pack of ciggies, and a hip-flask of cheap Bourbon. Don't forget to write. Bye.


At least today I got to hear someone sane but old obsessing over avocados, a perfectly normal conversation, which are three dollars a bag at one place but only two and a half dollars at another. This demonstrates a stern grip on reality. Avocados are serious stuff.
Also, where was that movie theatre they all went to in their twenties?
Was it on Jackson, or on Washington?

All of this prompted by a dream about a friend who passed away forty years ago and a VW beetle. Which was probably a stick shift -- so I could have driven it, but I didn't say so -- and would be a rarity these days. I enjoyed my milk tea and egg tart, paid, and bade farewell.
Lunch had been good. Tea time had likewise.
A good afternoon.



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