My Robot Is Pregnant theme song!

tough guy poetry and manly stories of loneliness
all contents copyright Jon Rolston 2004, 2005, 2006

May 14, 2009

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I guess the neighbor’s house is still there but I can’t see it.

San Francisco – The fog that comes in the evening is so thick with humidity a darkened house across the street is hidden in gray vapor.

You can’t see for shit when it gets like this. Hate to drive an electric car, people don’t know you’re coming.

Last Sunday was a great day. The sun came out and we got together and had a yard sale and all kinds of people came along. No one asked why the kid had on a Superman costume. More than one guy came through pushing the little ice cream cooler on wheels. I stopped the first guy and bought a rice pudding flavored popsicle. He told me how to say ice cream in Spanish. Now I’ve forgotten. The word, however, continues to exist.

Tupperware sold a set of popsicle forms. Juice or Kool Aid got poured in mold, the mold was set in a tray, and a sword like handle was set into the liquid. Once it was frozen the mold peeled off and you could hold the handle and eat frozen Tang, Pepsi, milk, or whatever. Plastic was good back then.

On hot summer days my family walked down the hill to the bay when I was young. The bay had tides like the ocean, but the high and low was an hour different than the Atlantic. My uncle just wrote to tell me it is mating season for horseshoe crabs this time of year. The males are smaller than the females. They’re something easily caught but never taken home for a pet.

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