fuck, it’s hot outside.
i’m uptown waiting on dinner. usually i’d just walk here, but it’s after five, and still ninety outside. if i could take my shirt off, and go topless, like the two fat guys across the street, i just might consider it.
this restaurant has no air conditioning. so i've bogarted their coldest standalone blower by sitting at a table next to it. no one else in here yet, so why not?
hell week is winding down at work, and my body is feeling the last of the stress. i am tired.
here's a picture from last year's front street show. it's coming up soon. if it's this weekend, i probably can't make it, since i have to meet up with my kid about moving the rest of his stuff out of my place.
nice car, wasn't really sure what it was, until i posed the question on the internet. someone said a lincoln, so i'm going with it.