I don’t think it’s a sign for bad luck. Everybody is happy on Fridays aren’t they? The number 13 is my lucky number. Back in the day, I bucked every convention there was. If everyone thought that 13 was bad luck, then I would make it my lucky 13. So, it’s not a bad day for me. I got my nerve block yesterday so I feel fine today. Now, on to more stories.
In my neighborhood, there are alot of people walking or riding bikes. In other areas this would be a great sign of people trying to do right with the environment and exercise. In my neighborhood they are walking because they had lost their license for D.U.I. tickets and just haven’t moved up to stealing bikes yet. Lots of men here ride bikes. When you see the old gray haired man riding a pink girls bikes, you know that’s not his bike. It’s really entertaining to live over here. When folks down the block are out in the street having arguments or maybe a little pushing and or shoving, no one calls the police. We all just come out on the porch and watch what’s going on. That’s mostly on the weekends. You can tell the prostitutes from the regular women by the way their head swivel around at the cars. They will turn their head and stare at you. Men, women it doesn’t matter. Like they are staring you down. Dead eyes with a light in them that comes from crack. Not that I spy on my neighbors, BUT, I never see them bring in bags of groceries. Twelve packs sure. See that all the time and I have witnessed drugs deals going down. The only person I see bringing in groceries is the girl that lives next door and that’s at the first of the month. Not that I’m spying or anything.
Another example of Ambien. Rick found me in the kitchen the other night. He ask me what I was doing? I told him I was looking for the bathroom. He told me that we had moved the bathroom. Gotta love him, Man Titties and all.