NEWLOVE

i entered a photo contest last month when we were in budapest and was published HERE - photos 5-8 are mine

about 55 minutes ago i was peacefully off in dreamland envisioning my next vacation and what i’d be eating on this vacation.  there might have been some high-quality low-cost leather goods mixed in somewhere because 50 minutes ago just before i was going to rub the softest suede sole of a purple kid skin t-strap perfect for tango against my cheek, WWWWAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!  THE. WORLD. MUST. BE. COMING. TO. AN. END.  there was a small brat below my window engaging in a temper tantrum that undoubtedly started in his mother’s car many miles ago.  unfortunately for me, his mother lives one building over and parks her car not too far from my bedroom window.

i lay in bed listening to THE. SCREAMING. for the last 50 minutes.  sidewalk.  SCREAMING.  front gate.  SCREAMING.  stairs up to apartment.  SCREAMING.  dig through purse for keys.  SCREAMING.  open front door.  SCREAMING.  close front door.  SCREAMING.  bind and gag small brat in his bedroom & lock him in there indefinitely.  SCREAMING. mother sitting in her apartment wondering if brat would even notice if she went to burke williams for the next 2 hours.  SCREAMING.

i don’t know why, but i’ve been lying in bed for the last 50 minutes listening to the SCREAMING wondering when for the love of god will it end?  i think i was praying that i’d get back to sleep, back to my supple leather dream.  but don’t you know that as soon as the screaming stopped a minute ago, i got up to post this entry.  i should stay up and be productive, but i think i’m going to go back to bed and finish “paint it black” that i started reading yesterday.  (same author as white oleander.)

maybe brad will come back from the gym soon and feed me breakfast.  yesterday he made blueberry pancakes.  mmm…

thanks to kirsten for introducing me to maz jobrani

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