THE OTHER DINGO

As I walked up the hill to my building I saw a figure up ahead whom I thought I recognized. And I dreaded coming abreast of him, because he's conversation-wise alternatively gifted. To the point of reminding people of the creature in Young Frankenstein. So I was relieved to see that it was some other person, whom I did not know.

Same shamble, different zombie.

The whole evening has been kind of like that. Strangely out of synch with the universe. The singer at the karaoke place radiated waves of angst while singing something by The Red Hot Chilipeppers, the taxi going up the street in the wrong direction, the wandering angry woman screaming into her cellphone in Cantonese and English, the dad who first passed by in one direction with his two punk teenage daughters, then the other. The fellow in a hoodie who did the same. The young couple ditto. The old couple likewise.

Folks, know where you're going before you start. That way you might actually get there.

Maybe it was the peculiar weather we're having that threw them off their game. It rained both yesterday and today. At half past eight this morning it came bucketing down, monsoon-like. Fortunately I was indoors at that time.

At present it's only slightly cloudy, but there are specks of moisture in the air. It does not feel like a normal April. My feet feel like crap, but I doubt that anybody else is feeling that; it might have something to do with being at work all day.

How many clowns are in the Volkwagen? None. It's all ogres and ghouls. That, by the way, is both a description of the state of the world as well as a comment about Trump's cabinet.
Plus a reaction to Red Hot Chilipeppers karaoke.
Please don't sing, it's sickening.

We ended up bailing out to the other place, Which was filled with sensible people.
By comparison.

By the time I got home I needed to pee somthing fierce.
I had three caffeinated beverages while out.
As well as one beforehand.



When waiting for the bookseller I smoked a pipe, as usual.
Which took the better part of an hour.
So add that to the plate.



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