I can't even elegantly bleed.

There's a snoring creature fast asleep under
the steps in my apartment building. This was
pointed out to me by the tenants of number
two, just down the hall, as we were both
coming in from our respective late nights out.

None of us really knew what to do and nobody
wished to be the asshole to rouse the snorer
or call the police. The building is secure
in all three entrances, so I'm hard pressed in
deciding whether or not they're homeless.
Not only that, but this town is small. In a
well to do neighbourhood. Not really a place
where the homeless wander about, breaking into
apartment buildings to snore away under the
back steps.

Erik, Wee Heather, and I spent the night
first having high tea with my new friend,
Chris (who had on a Black Death World Tour
t-shirt, listing all the areas that the
plague ravaged). And then moving on to a
playground in my old neighbourhood. The most
amazing playground in the world. All wooden
castles and swings and slides and places
to duck into and not be found. Lots of spots
to climb and hang from. We found some short
fused Roman candles, which immediately caused
Erik and I to sword fight with them, acting
out the scene in The Princess Bride.

Conversation between Wee Heather and I tonight-

her: I don't think my friend, Jebidiah, is coming
with us on the roadtrip across the country.

me: Why not?

her: You won't be safe.

me: eh?

her: He's 6'5. You won't be safe.

Later, we were driving around listening
to the Swans at very loud volumes, making
me realise how much I miss listening to the
Swans. Especially White Light from the
Mouth of Infinity. I need to dig my copy of
that out. And soon.