Last night I went over to my old apartment to pick up more boxes. It was after biking home and swimming 8 laps in the Marcus Grarvey pool. Anyway after walking up the 5 flights of stairs, I walked into a hot smoky apartment. so I headed straight for the fire escape. Out there, I drank my chi latte and watched Jose pack up the entertainment center asking Jesus or Mary if he would ever live in a place with level floors. Below there where about 4 assholes speeding up and down the street on what Tricia would call "Crotch Rockets." Or maybe not, their bikes looked more like dirt bikes from ExciteBike. They were taking turns popping wheelies without helmets of course. I wanted them to quit but I wonder if a little part of me wanted to see one of them bust their head on the concrete.
Anyway I started looking at my nails. They sort of look like teeth in a way. like the Maxx. So I grabbed a pen from the windowsill and drew lines down my nail. I showed Jose and he said "OH! We have to finish watching those tapes!" Jose loves the Maxx.
These pics are of a better version that I drew at work today.
