Guy? on the bus

During this early afternoon I boarded route 331 at the downtown bus terminal, en route to my place of occupation. Within the vehicle i was struck by a most unusual sight. A man, though I doubt he is inclined to be called so, was dressed in pink running shoes, tremendously abbreviated shorts, a thin gray fleece zip-up, small diamond stud earings, and faint pink lip gloss. Perhaps his or her (once again I engaged in no conversation with this person nor observed any that was had with another and so cannot say how this individual wishes to be treated) most striking features were the aggressive initial growth of facial hair and profound bald spot that dominated the whole of the upper cranium.

Regretably I did not acquire any photos of this individual as it seemed unethical to take a photo without previously granted permission and more significantly an appropriate moment of sufficient discreteness never presented itself.

Scott

Lunches

A little after noon, Kevin woke me gruffly from a tenuous sleep. Surprised to find Shannon already upon the premises, I was told to dress with some haste as we were to have lunch at terriyaki bar.

After some moderately delicious terriyaki chicken and pork Kevin returned us to Shannon's residence. Her door was locked and she carried not a key upon her (despite the conspicuous presence of her purse) so we travelled south (in a cosmic sense) to Krista's abode. Within we found AJ and the four of us did agree to travel to Bob's where Krista and AJ could nurish themselves, as evidenced by the photos above. I cannot speak to the quality of their meals as I neglected to consume either of them, though I can vouch that they were not long for this world after arriving at our table.

We then returned to ShAJ's and played a resonable amount of Rock Band before we parted ways and I found myself here with this keyboard resting beneath my fingers, upon my knees.

Scott

Keep the Night at Bay

Keep the Night at Bay

I walked alone at the fall of day
Passing through orange cones of light
Trying to keep the night at bay.

Maybe I was looking for someone who’d say,
"You’ll make it through to see the light",
As I walked alone at the fall of day.

Unwelcome memories marked my way
And broke apart my will to fight
To try to keep the night at bay.

I longed for a familiar place to lay,
Somewhere away from everyone’s sight.
As I walked alone at the fall of day.

But no beacon of hope sent a single ray
To give cause to think that I might
Be able to keep the night at bay.

From my course I did not stray
Though the grasp of darkness held me tight
I walked alone at the fall of day,
Failing to keep the night at bay.

SiD

Night Falls Fast

4+ out of 5

Kay Redfield Jamison

Great book about understanding the psychology of suicide and the people who suffer from the mental illnesses that too often lead to it.