Sunday, May 22, 2011

waiting for goddy

I listened to a guy talk about riding motorcycles with his friends because it was a nice day yesterday.

I find that nice days are too hot sometimes. But it isn't always the heat itself as much as its brightness. The heat of a boiler room does not feel the same as the haptic brightness of the sun.

Despite the sun, I walked around for a while.

I walked the grounds of a massive church. There were at least five air-conditioning units in the back.

I walked behind a plaza. There was a ruined pile of marquee signs in the overgrowth in the back.

I walked to the bar and had some beer.

There was a horse race on the television there, but I couldn't believe in it.

The sound was off anyways; another television was playing a DVD of Eric Clapton.