In the past while, I've had major falling-outs with three and a half
people. While two of them live together here in town, the third works
around here. The half just shows up around the edges from time to time
in her part of town. In the past few years, I've very carefully
navigated my way through the big city, avoiding places I know these
folks go and basically getting more and more anti-social since some of
them are friends of friends (which is a whole different rant in itself,
because who would want to be friends with such ass-hats?).
Anyway,
tonight I decided that even though some of my friends have the bad
taste to be friends with these folks, it's not my problem. I'm going to
romp around Denver and if I do happen to run into any portion of the
three and a half people, I can always pretend they are invisible.
Because of my history with them, my pretending they are invisible is SO
way less rude than how I've been treated by them, that it's not even
funny. Or maybe it is just a wee bit funny. Or not.
I
think it's a good decision, because I fully expect any or all of the
three and a half people to get eaten by a T-Rex any day now. Since I was
routinely asking the universe to make that happen, repeatedly, and it's
only a matter of time before some T-Rex escapes from somewhere,
hankering for a bit of ass-hat for dinner. I'm just saying.
I
like all parts of this big city and avoiding chunks of it is silly. And
so. That's what I decided tonight. Because sometimes you make decisions
on a Wednesday evening. And that is all.
An Erinku (like a T-Rex without a tail and longer front arms):
cinnamon
sugar
agave
I love sopapillas!
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