ometimes, on sunny days, I try to hide inside. Not because I am allergic to its rays, or afraid of its happy attitude, but because sometimes, on sunny days, I wish for a little peace from the bright weather happiness. I wish for the solitude and calming affects of the rain. Besides, what can be better than to actually feel the world, dripping onto your nose?
-It has been a weird week, full of what could have beens and what really is. Maybe that's really why I hope for a little rain. It always picks up my mood a little.
On another note: last night, I waited on this famous golfer named Fuzzy something. He was the one, who a couple of years back, said after Tiger Woods's big Masters win that they would be having chitlins for dinner - a real racist codger. He was old and ornery - you know, the dirty old man type. He was so much fun. All night he kept asking me to "sign his balls" for him. (He was signing golf balls) My friend dared me to go in the room and ask him if I could have any of his balls - and I did! His face got white and the entire room (full of golfers) burst into laughter. It was so embarassing, but at least I got the better of him. ===== just another pointless story.
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