9 years. 9 years today, er well tonite at 10 pm or so. I met natasha
9 years ago. I was but a whisp over 20. so in effect, i’ve spent my 20’s
with her, and well she with me, but we’re talking about me right now.
Well , it’s be a topsy turvy 9 years, and time really does fly. crazyness,
happy ‘other’ anniversary.
On other fronts, well not much is happening. I never leave the apartment,
and i think it’s starting to scare the neighbors that do see me scurry
out to the booze store every 3rd nite. I feel kinda like hollyfield in
Real Genius. although i don’t eat mcdonald’s anymore and yes, it’s true
I am not a genius (or so I would have you believe). Much like the unemployed
life, I have begun to speak directly to the cats and they understand me
and I them, and dammit, i’m starting to like it that way. About 3 times
a day a man with obvious mental problems roams around our block and yells
at parked cars and to himself. Usually racial and ethnic slurs and obscenities.
Everyday he wears the same outfit, a gray hoody sweatshirt, grayish blue
sweat pants and very white sneakers. no matter what the weather. I’d like
to help him, somehow, but i get these flashes of headlines “unbalanced
man kills recluse in bizarre battle of anti-social behaviors”. seriously
though, what do i do. I mean he totally could snap and kill me. I don’t
want to call the cops, he doesn’t seem to hurt anyone, and yet, he obviously
needs some help. strange.
oh and i shaved the moustache a while a go, it was itchy as hell. and
well, people really reacted to it. and not in a good way. the cats told
me it made me look older. just kidding.