Nothing says October 6 like Helga in a wool turtleneck sweater, her hair in braids, German beer in hand and college footbal on TV...all day long.
I like Helga I like Saturdays. I like college football and I like beer too.
Friday October 5, 2007 8:53am
Riding up Olive Way, trudging home to feed my cats. Tired and dehydrated my legs feel like rocks my mouth dry with stale coffee breath. Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday with no consideration or motivation of changing, even my socks. The only reason I’m riding up the hill is because I love my cats, and they’re hungry. I could just be chilling downtown drinking some more coffee and wait for work.
Friday October 5, 2007 8:53pm
Riding up Olive Way, trudging home to feed my cats. Tired and dehydrated my legs are heavy my mouth dry with stale beer breath. Wearing the same clothes I wore yesterday, every single item of clothing, even the socks. This time I’m riding up the hill to feed my cats, but mostly I want to go to sleep. I could just be chilling downtown drinking beer for 5 more hours and wait for something to happen. But I’m tired.
Mark your calendars. October 5 was the first day of the season where I got out of bed and picked up every layer of clothing from October 4 and put them all back on and went to work. Just call me angel in the morning, just touch my cheek before you leave…Don’t get me wrong, I often wear stuff more than once but I usually give things some time off or toss them into a rotation, a transitional state and mix it up a bit. But now the it seems the temperature and layering will allow for some overtime shifts and long haul trucking in the clothing department. And it all snuck up on me.
In the summer a two T-shirt day or just a single sweat-soaked shirt does not lend itself to repeat use or marathon wear as a messenger. Take a whiff of the shoulder strap on my bag or my watch band on a hot day and it’ll all make sense.
The smell of freedom.
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