Athletic accomplishments

Hoped on the metro and went to the last stop and started walking around. I was taking some pictures of this big field that had maybe three different Cricket games going on. Cricket...who knew base-ball had a retarded half brother? A group of twenty plus kids ranging from eight to maybe eighteen saw me shooting and started shouting for me to come over. I tried to play it off like a pack of panhandlers and just kept moving but I was literally swarmed with kids saying "hello, nice to meeeet you," and shaking my hand. It was the extent of their English. The next thing you know I had a cricket stick, bat, waffle, club, smashy thing in my hand and all eyes were on me. The first toss went behind me. Being no cricket expert I thought not swinging was the thing to do. The pitcher, tosser, hucker fellow moved in much closer in what seemed an attempt at charity. Your bad buddy. BRAAAAAHHHHHH BITCHES WHERE'D IT GO AHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I felt like all that was man. That F'er WENT! The crowd went wild. The two or three older kids that were no longer alphas (or just wanted to get back to the game) immediately were pushing me off the field and wanted nothing to do with me while the rest were back in 'gather round' mode. The odds of me hitting the ball like that again were next to zero so I was happy to oblige while I still looked good.

Shot some photos at a meat market the other day. I'm well on my way to forsaking flesh. It was far from sanitary and while seeing brains and entrails may not make one fiend for a salad, it doesn't really tickle the apatite into the mood for some ribs either.

I woke up the other morning and realized, even if all goes really well, I am 25% done with being alive. It was the first thing that went through my head as I became conscious. It seemed like it was a left over thought from sleep that snuck into the world of the awake. ARHHHH some god parents take their god children to... baseball games and golfing? Yeah OK I did come out on top, but I think its for the best that today was the last day at moma T's joint. Got to walk into the chilly room they use as the morg.

Onto to VeraBanaresAssi tonight.