Do you ever think you shouldn’t sit on the grass? It’s laid out for us for aesthetic pleasure in a ‘don’t use the good towels’ kind of way.
There’s a sign on the building in front of me that says
‘Luxury Condos Available. Hurry! Few Units Remaining’
I wonder how long that sign has been up.
I was thinking yesterday of how oppressive alcohol is as a drug, much like how oppressive Fast Food is as a food. In large quantities, it slows your body and mind into a fuzzy mass of haziness. But a few French fries taste yummy now and again.
Maybe all these people tiptoeing around the perimeter of the park will join me pleasantly on the grass.
~ sprinklers start up ~
Maybe not.
