Are you going to cruise the Miracle Mile?

I sat the other night on the newly fixed bench swing at the apartments. I was a little frustrated, so I pulled on a sweatshirt and grabbed my mp3 player and headed outside. As I sat there, a flood of memories came back. It was there on that swing where I grappled with God over my internship. It was there that God won. It was also there that I felt like God spoke on my duration at Metro. That was a scary conversation I had. Many angry and sullen nights were spent sitting out there. I looked down toward the Riverdale building and remembered all the stupid fights I had with Carl. The evenings that Jessica and I would talk about goals and dreams. I guess I attach places with emotions.

I went to vote on Monday. The place I went was surrounded by political sign that are not of the party I generally align myself with. Then I went inside with my voters registration card in my hand, and the official took my card, gave me a form to sign and sent me on to the booth without even looking at my ID! Obviously, I was using my own card, however, there are unscrupulous people looking for a way to subvert the electoral process. It would be quite simple for them to vote with fictitious names or cards. How disturbing.

The booth I went to was of the electronic nature. It was a touch screen, but the touch part wasn’t so responsive. I had to jam my finger onto the selection I wanted, which brought up the question, “How often does someone press this part of the screen?” Seeing as the names I selected were not of the previously mentioned party, I would hazard a guess and say rarely to never. Then, being the crazy person I am, I wondered, “When was the last time anyone cleaned these things?” It’s probably ok though- no one touched the parts of the screen I did.

I did go to the Fair again. I tried the Chicka-Mole bites. They were pretty good. I also tried the fried truffle and the Deep Fried Dinner Roll. All were delicious. The highlgh of the second trip was seeing the giraffe. I love giraffes more than any other living being besides humans. I like giraffes more than I like certain human beings. I certainly like giraffes more than I like monkeys.

I HATE monkeys. I don’t like looking at them, I don’t like thinking about them. I don’t think they are cute, I don’t think that are funny, I don’t think they are are anything but disgusting. I used to pretend when I was a kid, but as an adult I will speak my mind. I might even start a grassroots movement against them. Kenyans-Americans for the Reduction of Primate Infatuation in America. KARPIA. Doesn’t that have a nice ring to it? Much nicer sounding than my earlier attempt to wipe out the love of pears and bananas. “El Pasoans Against the Proliferation of Pears and Bananas in Southwest Regional Markets.” EPAPPBSRM. It sounds a little like a test for some disease. I’ll be a “community organizer,” if you will. Then when I’m 35, I will be qualified to run for president too.