I’m on my way to hockey last night (travelling north) and I pull up to a red light. At the cross street on my right (facing west), there’s a cop waiting. The light changes and he starts into the intersection, and then slams on his brakes as a car going south in the other lane of the street I’m on blows through the light right in front of him. Needless to say he made a huge mistake, since the cop flipped on his lights and tore out of the intersection after him. I laughed so hard I could barely see.
And to be fair, Star Trek was here first.
I went to Goodwill this week and bought a shirt. I’m fairly certain that through some series of mishaps and coincidences I ended up buying back a shirt of mine that I haven’t been able to find for a couple years.
The San Francisco Beat Boys
Hey Jack Kerouac/I think of your mother
And all the tears she cried/they would cry for none other
Than her little boy lost in a little world that hated/And that dared to drag him down
Her little boy courageous
He chose his words from mouths of/Babes got lost in the world
The hip-flash slinging madmen/Steaming café flirts
They all spoke through you
Hey Jack, now for the tricky part/When you were the brightest star
Who were the shadows?
Of the San Francisco beat boys/You were the favourite
Now they sit and rattle their bones/And think of their blood stoned days
You chose your words from mouths of/Babes got lost in the world
The hip-flask slinging madmen/Steaming café flirts
In Chinatown, howling at night
Allen baby, why so jaded?/Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint they made you/You’re just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls’ Day
You chose your words from mouths of / Babes got lost in the world
The cool junk booting madmen/Street minded girls
In Harlem, howling at night
What a tear stained shock of the world/You’ve gone away without saying
Goodbye.
I wish God missed me…
like I miss Him.
Dreaming.
A dream last night. I went to pick up Caitlin from some place, kind of like a cross between a Kidspark and a casino, but a place that provided daycare. I had sent my dad with Caitlin, to watch out for her, and had made arrangements to pick Caitlin up at 4:00, or 4:30. When I get there, I find Caitlin running all over, and can’t find my dad. I start to look around, and he’s not there. I have this horrible feeling like he’s been kidnapped, or something. Then I spend a couple days playing detective, looking all around this place, talking to people, trying to figure out where he might have gone, what might have happened. Finally, it turns out that he’s hiding out in the backyard, living in a van, and everyone knew about it, except me.