Un Eventful Day

Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen it's true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown.

Haha, just kidding. But really though, that Watchmen movie was pretty good. A little long, I zoned out at times, but still good. Currently it's 12:53 am. "Man I Feel Like a Woman!" by Shania Twain is playing at a low volume. It's amazing. Songs like those seem to never go away. It could be year 2233 and "Man, I Feel like a Woman!" would still be playing on radio stations at 12:53 am in the morning. Strange things have been going on in the neighborhood. Last night some rapper got arrested at the Jaguar for Chris Brown-ing some stripper. I didn't know rappers came to this piece of shit city. Crime rates up in general. I was watching "The Brain that Wouldn't Die" on TCM when I was rudely interrupted by a P.S.A. telling me that some dangerous guy was loose in the streets. Then, just yesterday, we had a crazy standing atop the bank across the street ranting and raving and claiming to be the second coming of Jesus. I watched with binoculars from my window for awhile. I could see the lady who owned the pub out there looking concerned. She could probably understand the bum's predicament. Sympathize with him a little bit. I saw a man dressed in all black – trench-coat, hat, pants, shoes – pass by without giving so much as a second glance to the man on the bank. Not the religious type I would assume.

The bum had mounted the bank at 9:30 am. By 11:30 a small crowd had gathered, but, amazingly, still no police. I left my apartment and ambled down the stairs to get a closer look. I emerged from the fire escape door on the side of the building just in time to see the man being escorted into a police cruiser by a cadre of officers and firemen. He looked calm and complacent. The crowd there was divided. One guy swore the bum was the real thing – JC himself. "I'm packing my bags and leaving, cause this'll all be gone soon," he said. Others weren't so convinced. "Well first of all, he incorrectly quoted the bible...I mean, would Christ really incorrectly quote the bible?" That was from a studious type who claimed to be a "life-long Catholic."

I thought about Lu Garigano, or whatever his name was, as I walked back to my apartment.

And now I'm here in my apartment. The song issuing from the radio needles into by brain all high-pitched and trebly. I shut it off and go to bed.