This weekend, yesterday afternoon and now, my parents have left the house -- taking care of one of their properties, I think. I have the house all to myself. But do you know what I'm now thinking, and doing? Going out. I have reasons; I went to the Floyd Memorial on 38th and Chicago yesterday because I was curious, and today because my friend at USC wants to interview me about Floyd tomorrow on his podcast. (Oh, and there's a stripper girlfriend I want to meet there. She was there yesterday but I couldn't find her. I'll try and again this afternoon, but she hasn't told me if she was going to be there.) But I should be happy that I have peace and quiet in the house all by my lonesome, and the only urge I have in my mind is to get out.
So don't mind me the next time I bitch about this. I'm a hypocrite.
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