i still had a bike i never used in my kitchen.
i didnt have a macbook, an xbox, or a bright future in sales.
but i had you.
and you were the wind beneath my wings.
but today a very nice man turned the channel on one of the tvs away from cnbc
and over to aretha franklin, the queen of soul, singing the national anthem before the tigers rangers game
in the motor city.
aretha probably shoulda worn a dress instead of the tight tshirt
but when youre the queen and you can sing like she can, you can wear and do anything you want.
its common law.
so we all stood around the tv and watched a legend close her eyes and belt it out of the park.
the chills were contagious.
cried a lot, couldnt walk
but had super crazy esp skills
whats goin on baby?
and a baby.
people would see him, project normal baby things on him, but usually at some point realize that bro was a curiously serious guy youd swear was trying to read your mind.
why dont you run around?
dont feel like it.
whattya feel like doing?
pooping in this bunny suit.
at some point someone complained about the baby “creeping” them out at the office.
it is a high stress office.
and dangerous, technically.
so soon he was back out on the streets,
where we found him.
and its good food. food i’d eat.
other day someone came in with a bunch of blueberry muffins
where the blue berries were so ripe they were purple.
in arizona they have these cacti that catch air and “jump” on people passing by
which is a way for those plants to travel short (or sometimes long) distances
and thus spread easier.
this super ripe purple muffin leapt out at me the other day
carrying its muffin with it
right into my gaping maw.
and i brought it home to hollywood.
where it belongs.