My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

Worked with a guy today, he says to me, “I gotta work some more, save up for Spain.”

He wants to watch the running of the bulls in Basque country. “My Uncle went there after ‘Nam, looking for a way to die without killing himself. He ended up falling in love with it. Been going for 36 years straight. Bought a place on the main square a few years ago.”

The two of us were eating cheap Hawaiian BBQ, he was drinking a 7 Up. Taking lunch from house painting up the street. It was breaded chicken over rice with macaroni salad on the side. Katsu chicken. I think it’s Japanese actually.

“It lasts like 14 days in July. The local ranches each have one day to run six bulls to the arena. Each bull that enters the ring will die in that ring, but they’ve lived like kings up till then: well fed, out to pasture, siring offspring all day long.”

I was drinking coffee and thinking about travel. It was better for me to sit in a small joint like this and hear about the world over lunch, just down the street from work. I get to another place and want to look for a job more than take a stroll through the tourist part of town. That’s how I am. Look what travel does to a bull.