I was relaxing in the van this afternoon while Sarroar was inside the library. I was coming back from heading in to pee when a cop pulled up. Turned out the neighbors thought it was suspicious that we’d parked on the public street in the same spot two days in a row. Who the hell keeps a daily record of where people park by their house? Yuppies.

Anyway, I had the usual shake down with the cop. He wanted to see my ID, the vehicle registration etc etc. So after about twenty minutes of that we came to the mutual conclusion I’d done nothing wrong parking in the same spot two days in a row. The only reason I’d parked there was for the shade, which was sadly vacant in the library lot and in most of the streets around it.

As there were only two houses on the street and one of them was empty and up for sale we had a pretty good idea of who the paranoid homeowner was. So after talking about cutting down her trees in the middle of the night and other shenanigans, we decided, dorks that we are, to write a poem after that famous apology poem by w.c.w. on one of the cool ass 90s magic eye postcards we have and mail it to them. The poem went something like this:

To Whom it May Concern (paranoid yuppy):

I apologize for parking in the shade next to your street,
it was just that in the dripping heat
the shade was so cool and inviting. I’m sure
you’d like to believe
that everyone has a house to give them shade
and that people who aren’t like you are a blight
but we are writing to say hello
Sincerely,
Mackenzie, Sarroar, and Scherzo

galligator
Then we walked the Galligator trail.

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE HIKE: This abandoned railroad right-of-way begins at the corner of E. Story and S. Church. The trail heads south and is the best suited of the entire system for use by persons with disabilities.
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IMG_2155 We did some bouldering under the big warm blue sky, my muscles just the right shade of sore, I felt strangely euphoric in a way I haven’t in a long time. It was a good day.