too much poorple.

i think that the scoop employees at the ice cream shop on walnut street have been drinking too much of that slow purple drink.

they suck.
it's not hard guys: hand, scoop, ice cream. done. that's it.

morning.

i want to make my own granola.
that was one of my few goals for the summer.
i would make my own granola. oats, honey, bran, maybe some nuts, dried fruit, chocolate if i'm feeling adventurous.
but our oven is broken.
so instead i'll drink my coffee.


maybe i'll make some chocolate ice cream instead.

punk rock.

the only time i encounter the punks is at the punk rock flea market.
it's hot and they wear their summer leather jackets with six inch shoulder spikes.
their mohawks graze the ceiling tiles.

i bought some sweet old shit.
and some art.
and drank a bit too much wine.
all in all a success.

baltangmore.

so while visiting a certain friend in a certain city, i found myself left to my own devices in a large urban area for about 6 hours.
i could have seen museums or walked to take in the sites.
but, as you may have anticipated, i instead sunbathed on the rooftop pool and only ventured out of the apartment for coffee and ice cream.

on the way back from my brief foray into unknown urbandom, i was walking on a rare patch of grass, licking an ice cream cone, when a cop car pulls up next to me.
needless to say, i am terrified of cops.
so the cop pulls over, sticks his head out the car window, looks at me, pulls his head back into the car, and drives away.

apparently, i was the most threatening person in the city of baltimore at that moment.

traveleuse.

i traveled the globe in a mere 20 days.
or the united states in a mere 2 weeks.
or perhaps just traversed the mid-atlantic for two weekends between work.

nonetheless, i am two cities the wiser than i was when we last talked.
i am well versed in pittsburghese as yins may now know, as well as in the mating habits of polar bears (thanks pittsburgh zoo!)
baltimore you say? well, 'tis a place of many roof-top pools and sketchy sidewalks, but also of besties and tasty chocolate shops.

and so i relax in philadelphia, my lovely.

suave.

the guy who walks down the street with a cigar and a toothpick in is mouth.