things are peaceful... talked to my friend from olympia for 2 hours, the phone leaving a sweaty swath, remembering how much i miss her. walked downtown so my landlord could show my apartment... a rather melancholy prospect, but distracted by hoping the cats don't shit ferociously while i'm gone. the place is about 90 degrees... good luck, mark. ha ha.
decided that taking to the sea is a fine way to augment the cloying heat, so i took the ferry to bainbridge island, something i hadn't done in years. this is a beautiful piece of the world, and anyone who thinks otherwise is a fool. a fool! i got off the boat and walked around winslow (?), which was a bit too precious, and the shadeless glurp of the sun made me a bit unmotivated to explore much. rode back at the helm, hair blown back, the skyline looking clean and shiny, watching couples with their arms around one another and a toddler tearing across the rough deck on his hands and knees. ended up in queen anne, where at the bus stop a completely psychotic man who looked like the toxic avenger was screaming about how he's going to "fucking KILL bill gates, and that motherfucking cocksucker paul allen, and the military fucking raped and killed my daughter, and they cut her up into little fucking pieces, and in ten minutes you're all going to be fucking sorry, you're all going to be fucking dead, and medina and bellevue are going to be fucking bombed, and I'M GOING TO KILL YOU TOO, KERLIKOWSKI [seattle's police chief], YOU FUCKING PIECE OF COCKSUCKING SHIT"... et al. he also threw the N word into his epithet, then noticed the 3 black men also at the bus stop and added "i don't mean that in a racial way", then started babbling about how he's moving back to detroit, apparently to establish, alors! how you say, "CRED" with the disgusted black men. please note that this was all punctuated with him taking off and putting on his shirt and hacking copious wads of phlegm. he asked the group of us (8 or so) if anyone had a quarter. the bus pulled up and he adopted a kaiser sose limp, saying to the driver that he'd sprained his knee and needed to get to the top of the hill. the foolish woman let him on for free. he got off before i did and i watched him walk off normally as the bus pulled away, his mouth moving.
i love seattle.
tears for fears are playing. it is time for me to finish the NY times crossword now. yes, i have always used pen.
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