a new friend

The walls are mostly bare. there is a safari hat and an African mask on the wall where i greet every day with the ceiling fan rotation just above on the high ceiling. no wonder i'm in the beginning scene of Acopolye Now. i'm in that scene every day. how depressing can that be. Bart went to my house to find some interest to add to the wall. now a man smoking joins Indiana Jones and the African. he fits in nicely with his colors added to the pale mint green wall background and the browns of the hat and mask. I'm going to call him "Mr. Joe". he reminds me somewhat of my neighbor. It's a painted figure on a picket fence piece of a slim man with a hat on, smoking a cigarette from his big lips, checking out 'who the hell is this Jones character and this African? and what about the girl on the bed, what is she crippled or something? what, she can't make it to the bathroom to do her duty? damn, i need to light up 'nother or something. lordly, lordly, it's goin' to be a long day! where's my drink?' maybe he rather hang out with the 3 cats instead of this chaos? but i need the company.

the lonely,
deb