nebel

went nice...wishin I was a better club pres.
but I'm dealing.

This weekend I got all shook up more than once. scavenger hunt, texas hold 'um, talking politics till 2, dead end crusiers till 4 and not a soul around.
just ups and downs and limitless popcicles.

I took this homeless couple out to dinner on st. patty's and learned that they weren't really homeless....just crack heads. The woman was ojibwa
and had black fake fingernails with gold streaks and flecks of dirt in every smile line. she held my hand when we crossed the street and whispered things about her mother dying of cancer and hitchikin from south dakota...she ordered two hamburgers and a bowl of soup. her man didn't order anything, but held my hand and hugged me extra tight. they both blessed me in their special way and laughed in their own secrete langague at jokes I'll never understand. but it made me wonder about pavement and heritage and secretes everybody knows, but still like to keep it all under wraps.
people really, truely scare me sometimes. and I know I need that fear.
but sometimes....I need ice cream way more.