With the stress of Spot visiting the vet and getting a decent bill of health, I am stressed out. So I decided to play Dungeon Crawl Stone Soup, died twice and put it aside in frustration. My next game was researching people. I found someone I knew very long ago and may not remember me. Shit, this is just fucking sad. People move on with their lives leaving the past behind. All I seem to do is walk backwards in life wanting to touch the past once again. Therapy was okay and a lot of stuff came up. I'm pleased and dismayed at the same time.
That color.
I was at a public phone making indiscriminate telephone calls. One of the calls rang up someone I knew in Colorado waaay back in the heady days of 2001 before nineteen k-razy guys decided to make a political statement demolishing some buildings.
So she was hot to trot and I was completely oblivious to the reality of the situation. When I turned to my right I saw a white door was ajar to a townhouse. As I pushed it open I could feel resistance from piles of laundry and empty bags of chips. Peering around the corner I saw the person on the other end of the phone sitting in front of a computer naked from the waist down. Her voice did not match up with that body and only served to reinforce the stereotype of phone sex operators. She smiled coquettishly at me and lifted her shirt.
Within seconds I willed myself to consciousness to escape that situation.
