dog cart log

I'm sitting at our hot dog cart and typing on a lap top I dumpstered.
I think this is the coolest dumpster score ever.
It was full of porn that hadn't been looked at for a few years so I guess a guy must have gotten the boot, and his ex finally threw the last of his stuff out.
Now I can make a post that takes hours to write, I can seperate segments with stuff like this *.
* Sure are a lot of gigantic trucks out today. I still have yet to see one with more than one person...yuck.
*Dog cart tools of the trade: Welding gloves. The dog cart is made of sharp, folded sheet metal and it's piping hot. Unfortunately, welding gloves are unsightly and they smell of sulfur. Another piece of equipment I need is mirror shades. Besides protecting me from our sun, the streets are full of really distractinglly hot gals. I need blinders.
*Nobody has come by yet, but I think it may be the heavy construction going on next door.
Last Summer was insane with lousy noise (I call it lousy because it's the sound of us getting classed out) :hammering, sawing and constructing morning and night. Now Pinga has a bar right outside his window.
I'm glad. It couldn't have happened to a more reactionary clown, I'm expecting great things from the angry Brazillian.
*I mentioned that this computer had a grip of porn on it. I didn't mention that it was all bad (my opinion) porn.
I wonder if the guy knew he was into big members.That's all it was, movies of helpless girls doing things to big schlongs.
I was glad to see the fella wasn't a racist.
Porn and/or Erotica: on one hand you have the religious people dissing comdoms and birth control, and at the same time burning books and denying homosexuals civil right, as well as fighting good science and all the other ape things they do. Their whole trip seems to be about creating a population explosion. Why, then don't they like porno? It sure puts me in the mood to aimlessly breed. That's what they want right? You would think a world that tolerated gay folks wouldn't have so many people and the lifestyle would be so much less "Rat racey".
I don't want to sound screwy, but it's hard to save the world when there is an institution whose goal is to spread humans into places that can't sustain them.
*People keep asking me directions. I keep giving them bad ones. At first it was just my own organic stupidity, then it turned into a game.
* More big trucks, only one driver and no cargo, it's wrong. I smile anyway because I'm not a jerk and the reply is always a sneer.
*Just met a guy from Seattle who is deciding what part of town he wants to move to. Today I've met six folks doing the same thing from California.
*Our new friend Miss Tree is doing a fine job as our first Dawg Snax employee. She has been chuggin away making treats to go to dogs all over Portland.Turns out poisoned wheat gluten from China, while bad for a lot of dogs, was a spot of luck for gluten-free Dawg Snax.
* Caffeine is making me a sign that says "Correct information $1."
*Now it's dark and lots of drunk people are about. Hope they like hot dogs, if not I'll feel like a simpleton because they are laughing at me a lot. Mostly silverhairs in clothes that cost more than my whole bike.
* A lady just pulled up, looked my sign up and down like it was a list of dead relatives, and said "Puh. Veggie dogs!" and screeched away.
* More bike customers ! PDX ROCKS!
*A bum just came up asking for handouts. That's just insulting, Caff is standing there with a screaming kiddo, pimping dogs to pay the bills in front of the jankeyest house on Alberta and he bums on her.
He should be ashamed, he is totally able bodied and young. What a lazy twit, he was lucky I was on break. I came out there after overhearing him and loudly asked, "Don't we have a pile of dogs for bums?"
* At the cart, I'm not giving it the hard sell, I'm just smiling a lot. It wouldn't be very neighborly to turn my house into the Carnival Midway.
* A guy came up and asked "Is there a place to get smokes round here?"
"Sure, one block thissaway theres a murdermart that sells smokes and fortys".
The guy is gone for a bit and then returns,
"Hey! There's nothing but houses that way"
"Who are you?"
"I'm the guy that was just here asking about a store, and you told me something about murder and tobbacco."
"Oh yeah, it's one block thataway."