It was sunny and summerry, so lots of girls on Telegraph Ave were wearing lots of skin and not much else, which makes for a nice day indeed.
There were no other vendors on the block, though, so when it came time to pee there was no-one to watch my table. A problem I've never had before.
To pee, I had to disassemble the entire fish table, bungee it all to the cart, and roll it with me into the john at People's Park. Then, bladder empty, I rolled back to the Ave and set everything up again. It took about fifteen minutes.
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Thought I was getting sick again by the end of the day, and came home feeling fevered. Even after a cold shower, I'm still really hot.
Caught a glimpse of me in the mirror, though, and I'm not sick, only sunburned. I'm bright pink, with tender, baked, flaky skin under my fresh cut quarter-inch beard.
Two cans of beans for dinner led to four trips to the toilet during the night, but that's to be expected.
So I'm delighted to say that I think I'm done being sick. I don't even mind being sunburned. It's simply wonderful to be almost healthy again.
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PS. A story I almost forgot to tell:
On Telegraph today, as sometimes happens when I'm in a good mood, me and some strangers on the sidewalk engaged in silly banter, and in a conversation with a middle-aged man, the topic turned to sex.
He asked a philosophical question, "Would you rather have no chance for sex in the future but great memories of sex in the past, or would you rather have great sex in your future but give up your memories of all the women?"
"All the women" isn't many for me, but that's a very odd question, I thought, especially since it neatly approximates my own past and prospects.
"I'd rather have the memories," I said. "The memories get better and better with time, but the real thing gets worse and worse."
From Pathetic Life #22
Friday, March 15, 1996
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.
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