nicky_c

Turn my head, look twice, I'm still not sure.

I think I saw her.*

Same hair, same eyes, it could be her. Different cheek bones; it could not. The nose is inconclusive. Looks like she might be too tall.

I get off the train never quite sure.

I think I saw her. And I'm not sure if I'm wishing it was her, or hoping it...
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As that last journal entry was rather dour, I offer this in order to balance the universe:

[obligatory photo of cute kittens not found]

you can't not smile about kittens

The Great Me Robbery: Part II

Okay, new angle.

It wasnt just the confusing nature of the experience that messed with my head.

Maybe it was trying to figure out my own behavior, judging what it was I should do.

For example, once the threat level proved to be next to nil, I knew I would not be handing anything over to this kid. But...
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It was yesterday morning. Eight oh Five in the morning. I hadn't slept much. I hadn't eaten much. I was on my way to work.

All in all, a normal day.

It was the first time in my short life that some one would try to jack me. (Or rob, or mug, or whatever terminology you want to use.)

I'm about a block from my...
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Books, books on a generation past, but not long past. One of those generations past I have long admired. Im in the back of the bar on 16th. Midnight, the midnight crowds pulling in from Valencia St., the eclectic music over the room like the fog this afternoon. Metalica, Johny Cash, and other things I know that I know but just cant name. A man...
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a dream I had some years ago
(a few scant weeks after a bad breakup):

Im walking through the streets at night of a surrealists version of a dickenesque Victorian London. Everyone in the streets is talking about how the man in charge of London is making a violent, hostile takeover move on the man in charge of Scotland. Just around the next corner, I...
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