Second Take

Hey Joe, get ready for the show. I just walked in to Caribou and I thought the guy at the counter was you. I am shy when I like a guy, so I just placed my things at the table and then ordered. He was definitely pulling your SOUL through, and laughing, exactly, like you. I think of the two buses, the Walgreens stop, and the Target shop I needed to do to enter just as he was you. My schedules in a day are skeleton, but they take shape pretty quickly and naturally. I stopped at the library to print off my ticket and I couldn't even remember my phone number for the pin. That 22nd and Central Ave NE is definitely a pimp stop and a place where people shop. All of it has to stop. The security man went a little psycho with me because I, innocently, called my mom to get my phone number to get on the internet. Pagan witchcraft coming through. It is a shame bomb that causes a heart attack actually. It is best if I bleed these things out before I enter the Target Field vicinity. I will give up my black backpack tomorrow (for my computer and things) for a purselike bag that looks Vietnamese. It just fits my computer. I have an HP that I call the Satanistic 2000 because it is RED and BLACK. Mic if you like. Who knows who will be next to me. I will sit properly, but I will possibly be a bit of comedy. Baseball games are pretty boring so I just try to follow along with the bouncing ball. AMEN.