So, come on, drive faster. It’s bright and sunny, and free parking spots are hard to find. Come on, drive drive drive drive. Someone has to leave. Someone will leave. If no one leaves, I’ll make someone leave. Aaah, here we go! An empty spot, E28, perfect. No big deal. Come on, walk faster. This shirt looks really nice. Walk walk walk.

Hmmm, it’s been several hours, and I’m hungry. Carls Jr. is the only thing nearby. Darn. Fine. Whatever. I’m starving. I don’t care if these dollars pump a capitalist wallet or kill another cow. Just want something in my stomach. The line is really short, good. I’m feeling lucky for some reason, even though I’m about to be slaughtered soon. Hmmmm, what the heck is around that guys neck? Get closer, a little bit.

A chain with an actual 5 inch lock? What the heck? Hmmmm, he’s looking, look the other way. Ok, now he’s smiling. Crap. And he’s gay. The only gay guy within 50 miles, probably, and I’m the lucky one whom he wants to open that lock. Man, too bad I’m really hungry, otherwise I would throw up. Hmmmm, he does brush his teeth though. Grrrr, where’ my sandwich, I don’t like feeling how girls feel when hit no by creeps. Please. My sandwich.

Ok, good, it’s so nice under the shade. A small headache coming. Oh boy, somehow the body really hates fast food now. Ok, what’s this? The lock-locket boy sits next to my shade. Ok, this is weird. Just eat. Oh man, the headache. Crap, even the lemonade doesn’t help. How come I’m getting headache after eating this juicy meat? I wonder what this meat has inside it. Hmmmmm, is it only cow in here, or some mutated beast too? Aaaaah, can’t eat the last bite. “Are you using that napkin?” What the hell, who says that? Oh man, it’s the locket boy. Aaaah please, it’s my table, my napkin. I took it because I wanna use it, right? I have this headache, go away, I don’t want to be hit on, nor talked to. I’m antisocial now, because I can be, and I chose to me. Come to me after 10 minutes. Or even 5. But not now. Oh, the headache. This lemonade doesn’t do anything.

“Can I have that napkin?” Oh man, this last bite is stuck in my mouth and he wants napkins. He can’t reach for the napkin bin just a few feet away, but he has to ask me for the napkin that I’m about to use. Oh man. Just give it to him. End the suffering. I have to chew this meat and at the same time I have to tell this guy I’m not interested. “Here, you can have it.” Give it to him. Good, he’s smiling, just go away. This last bite has been in my mouth for 2 minutes and I can’t chew. The damn headache! Sheeeesh. This lemonade sucks. Why is it pink? Why the heck is it pink? Oh man, should I throw up? Am I getting old? Distract yourself, distract yourself. Look around. Ok, ATM machine. Doors. Black doors. So clean, good work. Locket with an actual locked lock on a guy, and he’s smiling at me. Oh! Must be the shirt! Good good! I ate it. I ate the bite. Just relax, relax. Close your eyes. Gooood.

Good, let’s go. On to the next appointment. A few minutes of walking and water should fix things. Gooooooood. These sunglasses rock, let’s go. Is he following? No, ok, good, ooooh.

Ok, put a picture up. Which picture? Hmmm, how about a picture of the car? Nah, not tonight. How about a picture of myself? One day, though not today. How about this flower, taken in Berkeley earlier this year? Yep, put more pictures from the past to ease the backlog.