August 22, 2011
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curious?
on a routine barefoot pooperdog walk, I do some small talk with Ron (aka Chas Manson). while yackin', I passively inspect his car (the one he's been "working" on forever). again, the trunk is open (he's always messin' with something in the trunk, but I can't tell what because the car is backed in to the drive). I see now he has a log lodged under the rear axle, and the gas tank is off. curiously, upon closer look, he seems to be grinding small triangles out of each door panel (why?!). he's got all the break lines hanging from the chasis. he's not trying to fix it...I want so badly to ask what the hell he's doin'? I'm guessin' it's the only form of "work" that he remembers. anyway. he's an eccentric duck...
one more day at the stalag, then I can start my weekend. I'm thinkin' maybe I'll get to wiring that external power outlet onto the porch (or maybe grind small triangles in my truck doors
). meanwhile, I, once again, start an entry far too close to when I gotta get ready to work (blah, blah). gotta hit the shower, and run...
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