there's a party in the back yard of one of the houses across the street. I cant see it but i know its there. The music, the chatter, the vague party sounds are floating in through my open windows at a faint level that makes me pause and cock my head and think there are voices in the other room.
eerie.
and the Ghost Train just passed.
double eerie.
i watched a nice french film tonight called A Very Long Engagement. Unfortunately, it was based during the war and now i have war images in my sensitive head. Out damn spot!
after the movie, i decided to go for a drive around town. You know, take the long way home. There is this street that i've always been curious about. It has a strange curve to it. Its the one that, at the point where it crosses Cardiac Hill, has the sign that says "Caution. Wheelchairs on Roadway". I thought i could be all sneaky-like and go down the street in the dark and no one would be out to see me and recognize me. I forgot that my cute little car is a putt-putt car. It is audible (but i love it). Damn! No sneaky get-aways and no hiding bodies in the trunk. I guess i'm going to be traveling the Straight and Narrow from now on.
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