Day Three: Hump Day

Wednesday, Septemper 24. Waaaaarm. I'd been itching to ride the motorcycle since before I sold mine out in Connecticut. A man feels like a true outlaw biker on a rigid frame chopper. A pioneer. Until your ass goes numb from the hideously rough ride. I wanted to spend all day riding around town and exploring. Instead, I went to work.

I've been mowing and trimming and landscaping for so long now I think I impressed my new boss. In every way is that depressing, considering the expensive diploma I carry with me at all times on a plaque (this hangs from a chain around my neck). In any case, I spent the best part of the day spitting out grass clippings instead of mixing it up on the streets, but what are you going to do? Homeboy's got bills to pay.

At least after work things got real exciting. I went grocery shopping. I'm now a safeway club member. I had also discovered the location of the closest bar to the ranch. Reed Pub Inc. Since I've been there twice to date, I'd say i'm pretty much a regular. I mean, its right there. Right on Reed Mkt rd. Which of course comes out on 27th street. Unless you take Fox to Ferguson. But you don't want to take Ferguson. So if you stay on 27th you'll reach Rickard after the dump. And off of Rickard, well thats Arnold Mkt. I don't know who Arnold is, and I've never seen a market on the road, but there are various deer, llamas, emus, cattle, dogs, sasquatches, and those fluzie horses. Not to mention yours truly. So well done Arnold. Well done.

When I got home, I did finally get a hold of the cable company so there's digital cable in the Apt. and house. HBO and everything. I also bought a wireless router, and I now have a football field sized area of space to wander while perusing the interweb. My very own bubble of civilization. Mostly I just want to be able to download free porn from bed.

So Wednesday wasn't an especially glamorous day in the course of this adventure. Its the kind of day those other authors would skip. Luckily, you have me keeping these annals. I don't want you to miss out.

Notable mention: My Oregon beard is growing nicely. Soon I shall be mistaken for a local.