With Gusto

Let's Get Off Our Fat Cop Asses and Ride

dream: Joy and I are at the Quadra McKenzie intersection, at the cross walk. We walk across the street, many people, we see Jess, I get lost trying to find her, Joy finds me with Jess.
I'm in a gymnasium, my dirty laundry is heaped onto a table that is pushed against the back wall. I'm digging through my darks and colours, trying to find a suitable "going out" shirt, as I'm meeting friends later. But I'm constantly distracted by a martial arts/gym sensei/teacher who keeps saying things like, "And remember, most people slide at the end, into each other. . ." to a bleacher full of boys.
I find some shirts that I like, but they're too filthy to wear out.

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I watched "China Town" last night with Joy, who kept saying, "Is this what males dream of doing? This is so sexist. The male journey. . ." and me saying, "you don't have to watch it. . ."
Ever since seeing "the Maltese Falcon" I've been willing to overlook the many flaws in film noir. I'm not sure why. I guess it's pulp for me. "China Town" was good. Although not as good as "Rosemary's Baby".
Today I may take off down the galloping goose, ride over trellis bridges out towards the dirt, where concrete is less apparant.
Tonight a bunch of us are getting drunk and seeing cheap movies (both price and content) at the Roxy. "Mean Girls" and "13 going on 30". (is this what women dream of doing ;P)
Okay, it's time for me to start finding work. Maybe I'll do that on Monday. Or next Monday.