Today was one of those go to the Korean market and get a ham sandwich and eat at your desk type days at work.
I am working on the zip code delineated home sales data map and apparently the data is not mean prices, but median prices, and you cannot do an accurate weighted average of median data. I had to google the difference because I could not quite extract that one from the catacombs of my brain. I used to be a designer, now I am becoming, reluctantly, something else.
So I go to the Korean market and feel that the humidity is down so the low nineties don’t feel like they will later on this Summer. Outside the market there are two semi-homeless white guys talking about what to buy and they decide upon an Icehouse and a pack of Rave cigarettes. I know the Icehouse trick from baseball games, as cheap as the other beers but with more kick, but you will find it kicking you in the head in the morning, but I figure living in this moment is probably what these guys want. It’s probably what I would want if I were in their shoes as well.
So I find myself in line behind the one of them sent to procure the goods in the market, and upon hearing his total, he begins digging vigorously in his sock, partially removing his shoe, and produces several singles and probably three dollars in coins. I wondered how he was able to walk. I wondered was this one of the safe ways of the street. Then I wondered if it were a best practice, why would they not just take your shoes and socks and look for the money after kicking your ass out on the street, or down in the parking lot under the bridge at night.
I guess my homeless guy, the one I paid my alms to on Fridays, has been killed or arrested or found another stomping ground. He never made it to this Summer with me.
It’s hard for me to imagine whether I would prefer Summer or Winter if I were living on the streets here. If you were lucky, in Winter, you would find enough cover to make you warm on most nights. In Summer, sometimes, you cannot take off enough to make you cool though. I don’t really know. At least you can sleep in heat, but if freezing you are wired.
I am not too sure about this city today. I am not too sure about my job today. On the other hand, I feel pretty good about me. I have found myself, however, starting to wonder what those first few days of the real Fall, when you can put on a sweater, will feel like. I need to get these thoughts out of my head, lest I be miserable for months to come. It hasn’t even really heated up in this city.
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