Wednesday, July 26, 2006

Tears of Rain, run down my Window Pane

You don't need to live in the innercity to be annoyed by junky-scum.
I have my own junky-scum who lives in my building.

Colloquially referred to as "psycho"

He has been standing outside in the rain these past two nights going;
"Salmon for Sale"

??? what ??? Is he a freakin De Costi Seafood?
Is there a Doyle's operating out front my building and I just didn't know about it.

I hate psycho - he infiltrates my subconscious.
I was dreaming the other night and in it I was only able to say "Tiger" - because Psycho was downstairs ranting about Tigers.

Why can't he rant about "Matthew McCaugnahey getting naked, smoking dope and playing bongos"... that would be a great dream.

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