...SoCal style, which would be considered a modest fall of dew anywhere else this side of the Sahara....
Not enough to make the VW Bus belonging to a neighbor's boyfriend look any better...
What "Vigilante" refers to is beyond me. A rock band, maybe, or a crappy biker bar.
And if you want to know the truth, I don't care.
The anger that comes and goes is building again. It's frustration, really, that feeling that nothing much I do can lead to anything more than another day like the last.
There are people I could hurt, you damn betcha, but that's hardly my goal. The opposite is more my style. And there are others I could inconvenience by not doing my work.
But if a tidal wave were to wash away Where the Ghetto Meets the Sea, only those I have inconvenienced -- and those to whom I owe money -- would notice. And then not for very long.
Being alone and unloved is a real drag, Jim.
Let the rain fall. I enjoy it in good times, and don't mind in bad times.
If only the rain, or something -- anything -- could wash away the bitterness, life would seem more tolerable. Even if it meant lurching around in a miserable VW Bus.
Good night, Miss Wonderly, wherever you are tonight. You had a far more profound effect on me than you could ever know.
15 hours ago