Max

Act like we're having a real human conversation then break into an advertisement for something.

I'm drinking a pretty tasty tempranillo. It's dry but tastes somewhat like berries which is mostly what I like in a wine. This one in particular tastes a bit like blueberries. It is definitely an OK wine but it cost a bit more than I'd like.

Oh well.

I went to my favorite local taqueria last night and had the best non-conversation with the clerk. I had said something about "shit it's cold" and he responded with "Oh yeah man, I know! It's like I get up this morning and I'm thinking 'Do I go to work?' If I go to work I freeze... If I stay home I freeze!"

It's true.

I love the theoretical (are they real??) tableaus suggested by reality TV. I'd title the one I just saw "Your fake mom is here to laugh condescendingly about the quality of your pancakes."

I was riding the bus home up Powell tonight thinking about nothing in particular when I heard a particular "Cough-cough! HGURRK" come from the seat in front of me and I instantly smelled the distinct scent of whiskey.

I looked just past the old man in the seat for a few minutes and and he did it again. This guy with really stringy long white hair, bald on top, and wearing an "ash" pattern sweatshirt was throwing up his whiskey and bile into his mouth then choking it back down.

It smelled like suflur.

The woman in the seat in front of him recoiled and retreated to the partition on the front side of the seat but did not otherwise relocate. I would not have sat directly in front of him. I didn't want to sit in the seat behind him. I stood up, he did it again and I looked at the lady in front of him and smiled and raised my eyebrows in surprise at her endurance.

I got off the bus several stops early. Explosive stinking drunk vomit does not confine itself to one small location.

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