Tadaima

I went for a walk yesterday. I went down around the rich area, past the middle school, and around County Road, then I headed back.

I rounded the corner onto Lenox. Charle's house would continue to be empty until August. Both garage doors on Meana's house were wide open, cars parked in each side. There was some lanscaping going on across the street, and on the opposite curb was a man whose posture and stature was nearly identical to Meana's dad. My eye twitched. I had been so lucky; I hadn't seen anybody I knew during my walk, or at least, considering the person who I thought was Laura Aiello, anyone I was obliged to talk to. I considered turning right around.

Fortunately, as I drew closer, it turned out to be a Korean fella, probably the guy who lived across from Meana. I should have known - this guy had more hair than Jesus. His height was exactly the same, though: short, but not so short that you couldn't be terrified of him. Thinking of Jesus' height and hair, I realized just how much his son looked like him.

Come to think of it, I'm pretty certain I'm exactly the same height as Meana. That makes us the two shortest members of the Jerks - if either of us ARE still members.


I feel like Soul Blazer. I've revived the world, and now I've got to make way for everyone to come back.

I'll be waiting.


Huh. I just learned from the television machine that COLIN MOCHRIE and BRAD SHERWOOD are going to be performing in Englewood next Friday. As an aspiring actor and improviser, I should maybe try and go!

Well--