I had a small handful over the course of an hour, as much for something to write about as for something to eat, and it tastes sorta fishy, but not overwhelmingly so. No unpleasant 'pet food' aftertaste. It's the duringtaste that's questionable.
It's not vegetarian, because cats can't go meatless, but it's better than you'd expect. It didn't make me retch, and didn't make me reach for a few more handfuls either. I would've rather had a Snickers.
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Then it was raining, so I umbrella-walked to the BART station. After the long ride back to the city, it was raining hard in Frisco, so I opened the umbrella again riding up the escalator from the station, but at the top I folded it, stashed it back in my pack. Not because it wasn't raining, but because it was.
Walking through the raindrops can be enjoyable if you choose to enjoy it, and I enjoyed it very much. It's only a few blocks from BART to the hotel, and I was drenched by the time I got there, but it was a good drenched.
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Later and drier, I walked to Walgreens and bumped into some clown as I was buying candy bars. Big red nose, orange hair, greasepaint smile, baggy plaid britches with a rip in the rear, enormous shoes, etc.
Why was a clown at Walgreens? Maybe he was on his way to a gig, or maybe we were on Candid Camera. He seemed to be simply shopping, same as me.
"Uh, excuse me," I said, trying to squeeze my genuine fat ass past his artificially padded butt and into the next aisle. He squeezed his nose and it honked at me.
Christ, I hate clowns, especially at the drug store.
From Pathetic Life #24
Friday, May 17, 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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