June 27, 2002

Today is the day to disobey Bustah Rhymes and refrain from breakin' ya neck.

Three Strange Sights Over the Last Three Days

Monday:
I was walking the few blocks from the El station to my house when, across the street, I saw a boy with a ponytail (he looked like the youngest kid in "Hanson") walking something weird and white on a leash. It would scurry around, and then lie flat on the ground. It was a ferret. I was charmed and tickled and in disbelief.

"Is that a ferret?" I yelled across the street.

He looked up, confused.

"Is that a ferret?!" I screamed. He shrugged, dispassionately.

I walked home and told my parents what I had seen. They didn't seem that impressed, either.

Tuesday:
This time, I was walking to the El station that would take me home. A woman approached and walked past me, carrying two bags of birdseed. One had a hole in it, and seed trailed down the sidewalk. A storm of pigeons followed behind.

I was furious at the woman. Was she psycho, feeding this flying rats like that? Who did she think she was, St. Francis of Assisi? What a jackass.

But I couldn't yell at her. What she was doing wasn't affecting me. I wasn't a confrontational jerk.

That's when a pigeon nearby almost hit me in the head.

"What are you, crazy?" I yelled at her over my shoulder.

Wednesday:
I was walking to my Dad's office, excited to get to the air conditioning from the humidity, and was almost done with the mile-long walk.

A man approached me, holding a $5 bill in his hand. I assumed that he would be going into McDonalds with it, but no, he walked past.

Wiping his nose with the $5 bill.

The thing was is that he was not dressed like a man who would do that. No hat, no cane, no fur coat, no cigar which he might light with his dollar bill after he was done wiping his nose with it.

"Good for him!" I thought.