16 June 2001
7:53 PM: Shopping is like pornography, only what you have left over when you're done is a lot more attractive.
I bought a new leather jacket Today. I really didn't need it, but ... it was on sale! Ha. Kind of. Well, I'd been thinking about it for a while. I like the one I got in Australia, but it's small. When it's actually cold here, this one is impossible to close up, and I can't fit any sweater thicker than a cardigan underneath it. The new one is bigger, almost too big if anything. It zips up! It has a detachable lining! It felt good to buy it!
Man, they must have seen "SUCKER" written on my forehead in glowing neon letters when I walked into that store.
I blame the upper Haight. Shudder. That neighborhood just gets worse and worse. It's like some kind of horrible cross between Telegraph Avenue and Union Square. If the dang postal carrier would just leave my ciggie shipments in our building like they used to, none of this would happen.
Oh well. I also got the new Sean McMullen book and some other stuff, that's all to the good. Mmmmm, reading....
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
All names are fake, most places are real, the author is definitely unreliable but it's all in good fun. Yep.
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