I go for walks

I been going on a lot of walks since I took in at Ray's place. I guess it is kind of my thing I do during the evening during the time when me and Molly used to just sit in and watch Jeopardy. I never felt too good about watching TV during the dinnertime hours as I suspected it led to poor metabolism. Now I am free to skulk all around like a ghost and this is pretty much great.

Tonight was a pretty normal one. I usually walk behind the public storage place so that I can see if anything interesting is happening in the hidden trailer park there (the one between the building and the highway wall) and usually I get to see a yelling or two or maybe just an old man who is so drunken that he is out in his robe with no underpants and squaddling on his little crummy porch, a bottle in his hand and the boogie all shriveled and sitting on the wood. Tonight an extremely dumb guy (you could tell by his grammar) was promising to cook chilaquiles for this other dirtbag and they were yelling about it inbetween all the trailers. I don't know why I went there, I guess it reminds me of my place in things. If you don't know, chilaquiles is a crummy Mexican dish of crumbled tortilla chips stirred in with scrambled eggs and salsa. It is crass and shitty. It is no good and not a nice dish.

update for December 10

Sorry I been so long away. It was kind of a month, you know. I guess the long and short of it is that after Molly and me split up Ray gave me an AIBO to keep me company and I moved outta Gramma K's place. Later on I ran into Molly at Taco Bell and we been havin' pretty good chats since then. I thought it would be pretty acidic if we saw each other, but maybe most of the issues were all in my mind. When we saw each other again it was all easy, same conversations as before we got weird. For even a few seconds here and there I really did like talking to her such as a friend, you know, not even with lady vs. man type tension in the way. I noticed that I felt this. We both had had this same observation about how this new taquería had opened up in a pretty bad location downtown (an area with absolutely no foot traffic, behind a large out-of-business carpet store) and we both kind of had our hearts broken by seeing this ill-advised venture. If we can look at the same thing and feel the same way that is good right? Or maybe you need someone who sees the opposite of what you see so that you don't send each other into downward spirals of depression. Man this is one for the coin-flippers.