jonny el dubz complained to me on his birthday about the lack of weblog posts collected herein, hence this first effort at more frequent output.
we begin... with a story...
it was a balmy oakland afternoon, a gentle breeze rustled through the discarded roaches and hipsters' gender-nonspecific haircuts. i relaxed against a planter on the sidewalk after a light lunch at the mixing bowl (ruined by a megaton dessert from bakesale betty's) while the stephanie shopped for angora yarn to stitch into rainbow brite's head.
"mehgr blerrg ghughggh mmbaahurr agaghhuh huh HUH HUHUA HA HA! knowhamsayin?!" said the crackhead suddenly, over my shoulder. my startled glance towards her face was invitation enough for enthused conversation regarding all manner of topics, from the offenses suffered at the hands of another woman discussing one's "W's and B's" in public and the inevitable revenge exacted physically upon said offender, to the importance of getting off drugs, completing the GED program and loving life.
we parted ways with a few vigorous high fives, pounds and bash brothers' arm bumps and her vociferous insistence that i was beautiful, that she loved me and, most importantly, that God loved me as she wandered down the next half a block.
my hand was fully tingling with anticipation of washing by the time we got home.
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