Preserves

There were some gentleman outside my office late last night.

This is getting to be a regular thing, people wandering around down here when they shouldn't be. It used to just be the racers and some bums, the odd druggie or prostitute with her john. Then some of these old empty buildings got filled up. With more people around during the day, there were more people around at night. People who had a reason to be here. Night shift at the factory across the street, more maintenance and security crews, trucks coming in and out at all hours. Made it feel sort of safer.

Lately it seems to be getting worse. I talked to the security guy not too long ago. If you seem concerned he tells you how safe it is, if you seem secure he tells you how dangerous it is. I guess it's sort of his job to keep you on your toes. With all the bums and random strangers wandering in and out of here late at night he doesn't have to worry about that. I'm still waiting on the security cameras and door buzzer, but for now I'm just carrying around my little 950,000 volt friend.

So last night there was a car parked up against the back gate. A newer car, but it looked like maybe it had broken down. Out front there were these three guys sort of just standing there. Not really doing anything, but not seeming like they had a reason to be there anyway. That's the type you have to watch out for. Just keep your head down, do your business, and get out. And that's what I did last night.

I wanted to get groceries last night, but it was too late. This is how shot I am. I did my grocery shopping at 7-11. I got a loaf of bread, some peanut butter and jelly, some bologna and some cheese. That will do me for a week. But you know its bad when you get home and you say, "Fuck I already had grape jelly." It's the sort of thing you shouldn't have to say more than once or twice in your entire life. I say it every time I buy grape jelly. See other shit goes bad, so I end up throwing it out. Jelly don't go bad. When I was seven a friendly neighbor brought us a jar of orange marmalade (I know, why would a friend give you marmalade?) Now it's not that we didn't use it, we did. It's just how much marmalade could you possibly use? And it was a big friggin' jar. I'm pretty sure it's still there. That marmalade outlasted three refrigerators, two kitchen redesigns, and the god damn neighbor that gave it to us. And I'm pretty sure it's still good (and by good I mean not rotten.)

So yeah, now I have two grape jellys. But I watched "Gone Baby Gone", which I thought was great and I got my Ipod Touch to connect to the internet so we're all good.