Parking Garage
I leave the parking garage and stop to check for other cars and pedestrians. My window is down. I check to my right for cars and check to my left for people. No cars, but I find a person.

"Hi," I say and smile. It's an odd surprise to see this person here. I hope he doesn't see the crack in my windshield. It used to look like the outline of half a penis, but since then it has started to elongate in a jagged and misshapen erection.

"Hi," he says back.

He must live around here if he's walking. I drive off before I can start thinking dirty thoughts. I try to impress him by peeling out on my left turn, but I probably just look like an immature kid. Oh well. At least, I got his attention. He always looks like he is about to laugh at me anyway. He seems like a jerk but I cannot help finding him interesting. I'm not falling into that habbit again. I learned my lesson with that German. Dark eyes and arrogance are no better than a blue-eyed, in debt loser.

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