Neighbor has tickets for Tool. Needs ride. Will trade ride for ticket. Debating. Neighbor is out there, way out, and obsessed with Maynard. Think the only reason she asked for trade is she can't find cell phone to ask somebody else and is hallucinating. Even so, I'd like to see Tool, although would probably be severely out of place... actually I might be in place... but nevertheless I'd be out of place. Maynard is older than me. Well, time to have some frish at the ragun cajun's. Frish, I said. All fishies. Bloop. Bloop.
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Update 6:26pm
Shot some baskets and thought about it... decided that I'd take her. She was in her front yard.
Me: Still haven't found anybody to take you?
Her: No.
Me: Well I can take you if you like. I like Tool.
Her: Really. I can't find anybody to go with me.
Me: Well I can, but if you find anybody else feel free to go with them. I mean I can if all else fails. I like Tool. I've listened to them and would like to see them.
Her: You'll get to meet him.
Me Inside: (this worries me for two reasons: 1- I will not know what to say to this guy and 2- She might do something really really weird if she gets close to him)
Me: Oh, you mean I'd get to meet him?
Her: (doe eyed) yeeees.
Me: Wow, well where are they playing?
Her: It's in L.A.
Me: (in shock)
Me: Oh... this complicates things... wow... LA? Like plane tickets? You have plane tickets?
Her: No, but I can pay back
Me: Oh... LA... wow... I better go eat some frish at Barts and think about it
Her: (her head falls and she mopes away)
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I walk up to the frish fry... and the guys are talkin... and the first thing I hear is, "... surprised they didn't put a bullet'n'em while he was in Europe... might be better than here... that'd be a good thing..."
But all is okay because there is free beer and frish... and it's all normal.
Going back for frish.
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Update: 6:52pm
I heard an elderly gentlemen say, "I'm still above ground, it's all good." (and I have this de ja vu that I heard that last frish fry)
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Update: 6:58pm
I'm very full and think I'm coming down with a cold. I feel like a sock stuffed with an orange. One voice in my head is saying, "I want to die", another voice is laughing and another is rolling its eyes.
(painting by Paul Klee and kinda goes with the whole experience with maynard, fish, cylinders, plants, gardening, living/dying and stuff)
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