the eyes and lips
in the second round
I’ve got Louisville over Siena.
Utah over Cleveland State.
West Virginia beating Kansas, which you know, could happen.
Boston College losing to Michigan State.
then Connecticut over Texas A-and-emmm-oh fuck it. this is taking too long, and no one gives a shit about this anyway. so here’s my final four:
Louisville, Pitt, Memphis and Oklahoma. Louisville over Pitt for the championship. woo!
my apartment is a fucking mess. I got some dishes to do, I need to mail something to my landlord, it smells like ass in here. lets crack a window.
how the hell did I ever get so much shit? I don’t need about 80 percent of it.
with that in mind, the thrift store is about to be in luck. because this place could use a scrubdown, and I definitely don’t more than five towels …
just heard what sounded like a bunch of gunshots southwest of here. seven. three from one gun, then about ten seconds, and then four from another. now, my ears are open, because who knows what the hell that was, maybe a car backfiring, but you’ll get your confirmation from whether or not the police come out. … and here they are. took them, I’d say, three minutes.
Charlottesville is quiet at night, and you can hear an automobile coming a long way off. my apartment is above a long street, a thoroughfare running north to south on the east side of town, and you can hear individual cars coming and going as they come south over the bridge. so, in the event there’s a surprise police party anywhere in a half a mile of here, I can track the emergency response time from my window.
and now the sirens are out, and it is loud. ambulance sirens. Crown Vics without their lights on are speeding up Avon Street to whatever’s happened.
I should take feverish, incomprehensible notes on this response time stuff and present it during a public forum at a city council meeting. read a rambling statement of findings from a tightly-packed sheet of paper with no paragraph breaks. quote the preamble to the Constitution. become That Guy.
and now, now the ambulance is leaving. you can tell it’s an ambulance by its siren, and the direction in which the siren is traveling: toward the hospital. I hope nothing stupid has happened. it’s bound to be something stupid. stupid, as in senseless.
the Pogues were great. had a good time.
