it is easy to feel a little better since chris told me that things are ok & suggested very nicely that maybe i shouldn't be so edgy. also since i stopped listening to bright eyes & put on the mountain goats instead.
& maybe this is the kind of afternoon that calls for yaz on the stereo. also johnny cash.
downtown: this morning on the way to work this man who looked remarkably the way muhammed ali looked when i shook his hand in sixth grade. i don't just mean that the man was trembly & slow (he was) but also that he really looked like him. he wore a long trench coat & a cap that said SECURITY. he crossed the street warily & stared at all the people waiting at the bus stop. he stood about forty yards away & pointed at us all: his arm out like an accusation, his body turned away from us. he was one great big warning sign against all of us waiting for the #10. when the bus came, he got on too. he stood behind me as i was in the stepwell & he said, "i know what you're up to. i've got my eye on all you all." he kept standing up, too, when the bus was moving, & sitting down again. i wonder what he was warning against. i liked his SECURITY cap.
now i am going to have coffee with chris. yes, the day is picking up. it probably wasn't a good idea to listen to bright eyes, first thing.
