Red the magazine GOOD at a Hampton Inn, surrounded by six pillows, my personal soft fortress. Learnt about Cyber Clean, a Swiss invention you roll across keyboards to clean them.
My keyboard is as filthy as a gorilla's footpads. Howz yours, smarty pants? But Cyber Clean is NOT sold yet in the US. How can this country pretend to be a world power and still not have instantly available online during the shopping season this amazing product? Swiss: 1. US: Nothing.
My BFF calls. Tonight he's not drunk. Though he's still boring. He calls himself an artist. I'm thinking, Artists are artisans: they make things. He's made three songs in as many years. Case closed.
"My children love me, all three!" he boasts. Fine. Still boring. Then he reveals something intriguing about his "bad" neighborhood, that's suffered three killings in the last few weeks. (You thought your property values were threatened? Puh-lease.)
The locals have taken to putting wooden blocks on their auto pedals. Why? Because these blocks push the driver back, so his head is behind the car's center post, the solid-ish thing separating the front window from the back window. Thinking is: maybe the post will catch the bullet otherwise meant for me. A neighborhood at war.