YOU DON'T WANT TO GO IN THERE: Archive

I think you might appreciate this:

A man was just walking by my house. He stopped to rummage through his bag for a cigarette. The front of our house is frequently a magnet for this. He looked up while he lit the cig and looked into my front windows. Let me try to describe him. He was kind of saggy in the face. Early 40s hard street life look. He had deep red blush on his cheeks raggedy ann style. A bright pink and round clown nose (ping pong style), a white sad clown mouth with a black outline drawn over a bushy greying/black mustache. A blue handkercheif doo-rag underneath a 1960s leopard print pill-box hat and some kind of trench coat. All of this staring into my 150 year old warbly distorting glass window house of mirrors style.

I froze. I really wanted to either take a picture or run.

The other day Rob and I were hanging in the front room and another freakshow walked by. We were kind of enraptured in conversation so we only really took notice once he passed. Rob stopped a second later and said, “Did a bear just walk by our window?” I felt like that’s what I saw too but we couldn’t be sure…

xo b

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Mar 15, 2009

"Viva, Viva!"

I am currently carpal tunneling my hands into oblivion playing, “Viva Caligula”. It is truly a massacre fest! Please go and play it.