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Adventures with an unreliable narrator.
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Oct 21 03: rise and glower
[obscenities.]
It’s nearly 3. A road crew has been jackhammering vigorously through the pavement just north of 10th Avenue and 50th Street for nearly an hour. The city couldn’t say whether there was a noise permit issued or not; they’ve sent the cops to investigate.
If there was no permit, I expect to see the crew and their desk supervisors’ skins sewn into a lovely sunshade for the corner in question by sunrise Wednesday. If there was a permit, I expect to see the above anyway, accompanied by the brass-chased skulls of the idiots who issued the permit in the first place.
You know what? This happened last night, too. I remember waking most of the way up, thinking “What the…?” and then drifting in and out for a while until it went away. Lucky for me that tonight I woke all the way up instead.
I have swim practice in three and one-half hours. I don’t expect to be there for it. (Bastards!)
I just needed to share this with you all. They’re just damned lucky that Paul’s out of town. By this point Paul would be a five-story apparition wreathed in flame and bearing down upon them at top speed.
(In the time it took to type this, a hush has finally fallen upon the neighborhood. I scarcely dare ask if perhaps something has been accomplished here. Tomorrow: I will investigate further tomorrow. But now to bed again.)