Drunken Sailors, Tweakers oh my! Wait not much has changed since I left. I did find it amusing my ass went out to walk the dog with my sister and I passed rail thin tweaker lady holding onto a soupbowl style coffee cup like Smeagol to her precious and she uttered some gutteral tweaker Farsi I think it was that roughly translated probably meant, "Get off my lawn."; alas we were on the sidewalk. I chalked this up to an average day in the Pacific Northwest.
Anyone who has ever lived here will tell you that the Regina will never fail to be undone in its ability to surprise you in the fuckery it can come up with.
Carrying on,
As my fam and I were walking down the alley to the back entrance (because for some reason we never use the front door we even go so far as to walk the path along side the house to get to the back entrance...beats me) the same tweaker lady is at a house opposite ours about five houses down. She makes this funky almost Mooing noise, licks her lips and looks at me like that.
I was sick as shit with a virus and deciding if I should go to an urgent care. Apparently that look to Madamoiselle Smeagol was quite hot. Eeewe. Got here on April Fool's Day. It has been...interesting ever since. At least I am not in New Jersey right now.