May 13th, 2002


Waiting for the Big Brown Van

My credit card wasn't full enough last week. Well, actually, my Digital Camera was lost in the divorce, so I replaced it. Now I'm on the front deck in the sun, drinking coffee, reading a book (High Fidelity), jotting random novel ideas into my notebook periodically, and waiting on UPS.

"Where's my spy camera!?!" -BS


Odd how a brightly painted green dairy van still registers first "Van," in a hopeful manner in one's brain when one is looking for a van. Then a split second later the rational brain says, no, that's the milkman, he doesn't have a digital camera for you.

While we're at it, there's a fucking milkman in this neighborhood!?! Cool...