Had to park on the street...only later to find that someone had attempted to break in using a Phillips screwdriver.... you could clearly see the + pattern in between the crease of the door... but upon closer inspection there was a hidden compartment behind that held secret notes....but who had left them?
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walking through what felt like a circus or fair... went into a tent that was made for men... wearing all spandex...sat in a chair that would ooze a slimy substance from up above... it wasn't coming out fast enough...so I pulled the trigger harder until I was satisfied by the coverage after rubbing it all about. Sat at a table to try on specs.. they were all square frames, again meant for men and their chiseled faces...but I tried them on anyways since I have such an obsession with wanting to wear glasses... I started turning the display to look at more... and Brooke Shields started laughing on the other side of the table and she was consulting a client... he had been looking as I started to turn them away from him... I laughed back and apologized and went on my way.
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A service man at the old house in Riverbank inquired about me...I explained I was 'in-between' places right now as he folded my blankets from the couch in which I slept...I had a shopping bag from a well known department store filled with stuffed animals that would come to life when no one else was looking... we were going to sleep on the roof when I realized... I actually have my own house...what am I doing here?
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