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I think Modelo has one of the most aesthetically pleasing cheap beer cans on the market right now. no, honestly.
“Slave,” by Elton John. driving on Old State Route 46 towards Lake Monroe at school. in the spring. sunny day. with the windows down, in the temperatures when it still gets cold at night.
I’ve got this show on, it’s called “The First 48.” it’s a documentary show about homicide detectives. murder investigations.
the first case follows a 2-year-old girl in Kansas City who was shot, apparently by her uncle, in a domestic dispute.
the other is about a Memphis double-homicide at a trucker hotel involving a drug deal and a couple of straight-up ghetto prostitutes. the camera caught one of them jamming crack rock up her ass in a empty interrogation room. it was awful, for everyone involved.
I took my niece to daycare this morning. it was kind of exciting, I’m not gonna lie. I offered so my sister-in-law didn’t have to deal with it before work, and she basically left it to me. get her dressed and get her over there.
jesus, I sound like a pederast.
but yeah, she’s really funny. and she’s really nice. and she knows my name, barely. which I find flattering.
“Neighborhood #1″ by Arcade Fire. driving to a concert with Cat this summer. it was sunset and it had just rained, but the clouds had pulled back at the last minute before night, and it was very electric outside. the kind of night you want to be outside, like something is about to happen.
