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Kallie's freakout

It’s a paradox — the kindest people are the most insecure, while the world’s biggest bastards seem to have no internal fears at all.

Kallie is one of the nice people, so she was nervous all day about her date tonight. She looked great, in fancy duds that showed an inch glimpse of cleavage (first time I’ve seen any of it) but she was rattled up tight by the end of the day. I said a few corny lines that I thought or hoped might soothe her worries, wished her good luck, and then she was gone.

Me, I haven’t had a hot date in a long while, and haven’t ever been a hot date. I’m sure if I was meeting a fine mamacita like Kallie for dinner, I’d be going just as crazy as she went.

But also, it was amusing to watch Kallie freak out, because gads, I’m a terrible person.

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Returned to the Army/Navy store during my morning break, and everything was intact in my backpack, of course. So here’s a sincere plug for Kaplan’s fine dry goods and outdoor equipment, home of quality merchandise at reasonable prices, and employees who won’t pillage your stuff if you forget your backpack.

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My evening was probably more serene than Kallie’s. I yielded to a strange desire to see two Hollywood movies for one bargain price, with Spanish subtitles, at the Tower cinema. Laughed my dang fool head off at Jim Carrey in Dumb and Dumber, and Wesley Snipes in Drop Zone. Both were your basic Hollywood crap, but work leaves me mindless so it was a perfect fit.

Then I waited 2½ eons for the #14 home, and my nose and earlobes were frostbit by the time a bus came. And damn, it was loaded with a gnarly zooful of tattooed and pierced purple-haired passengers straight from some bar where I’d never want a drink. Straight outta hell, man, even for Muni. I forecast recurring nightmares starring the guy with albino eyes and no shoes, using a Crocodile Dundee knife to clean under his toenails… 

From Pathetic Life #8
Thursday, January 26, 1995

This is an entry retyped from an on-paper zine I wrote many years ago, called Pathetic Life. The opinions stated were my opinions then, but might not be my opinions now. Also, I said and did some disgusting things, so parental guidance is advised.

Addendum, 2021: Bad news and bummer. Kaplan's closed in 2013.

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