Tuesday, January 06, 2009

A Form of Exercise

Having my car in the shop has provided me the opportunity to walk a few miles to the nearest book shop offering WiFi and coffee. I've taken that opportunity. As I blog and slug down java, I'm noting no tenderness in my knee. This is also a chance to write in the trendy present tense. I'm here. I'm sitting. I'm watching a bus outside. I'm touching a sore spot on the inside of my cheek where I burned myself eating hot pizza. I'm thinking about mailing my loud neighbor a bag of coyote urine, but wonder if that would be a crime? Who could I pay to urine-milk a coyote?

Maybe I'll take the bus back to the repair shop.

6 comments:

takineko said...

"Who could I pay to urine-milk a coyote?"

Rhetorical?

JP Mac said...

It think that's best.

takineko said...

Are ya sure? Cuz I know a guy who knows a guy..

Ok I'll leave it alone.

Ling Carter said...
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takineko said...

He'd make a deal, for the right price...

His tastes include primordial dwarfism, latex textures, and Brazilian tapirs.

[I can only imagine what that means.]

Ling Carter said...

Does he wear gloves? If so, then he's a professional. You couldn't afford him.

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