well usually

well usually sometimes i walk home with joe.
we live so close; half a block from one another.

tonight we went to this place and i spit on this fence.
what was fancy about that, you see, was the spiral.
my saliva hit a cross section in the fence weave.
yep, and then it flung around, and came back.
and it went around and around and around.
so by the end it looked like a barber pole.

pretty amazing as far as spit goes.

then later, joe and i found an imac.
it was one of those squarish roundish shaped ones.
so we carried it for a while, well joe wanted it, see.
but i was like, man, i dont know.
so i only carried the keybaord.
we found a tree that seemed perfect.
so we both got under the imac and pushed it up.
but right as it got to its future home in the tree..
..it was facing the wrong way, so the screen wouldnt face out.
i was pissed off about that, so i quit trying.
the imac fell to the ground loudly.
then it did the thing where it hissed.

joe said, im running, well actually he just ran and said nothing.
i walked and caught up and when we were together..
..he said, when snakes hiss at me, thats not good.
and i should control computers, i dont want them hissing.
that was pretty much the end.

but he showed me his parking garage.
he had an idaho license plate with an elk on it.
pretty sweet, im thinking.
but there were only like 6 bikes in his parking garage.
there are like at least 36 bikes in my parking garage.

oh, and its scott's birthday today, starting 2 hours ago.

sincerely,

andy