i call

8:20 am, today, upstairs bathroom, brushing teeth
me: "What time does school start?"
cord: "Mom says I'm sick. I'm only going to second period."
"How are you sick?"
"I don't know."

this is what i like to call, "PARTY AT HOME!"


8 pm, saturday, sugarhouse park, strolling with the pobre pupi
a black man in his mid 40's driving a white cadillac with the windows down passes blasting a Boyz II Men-esque, "I'll Be There"
second lap: "Ain't nothin' Wrong with a Little Bump and Grind"

this is what i like to call, "old-fashioned booty-call."