In the hardware store just now I told the clerk I was looking for a clear light-bulb

. She asked what kind and listed the many kinds. I politely cut her off. "thanks I'm just looking for the normal, clear A-19 light-bulb." She started telling me the power saving advantages of compact florescent.
I say
"Thanks anyway friend. It's no biggie, the light will only ever shine once and for but a few seconds. I need to show my audience it's real before I devour it at our show tonight." She stood there blinking and then started trying to find me a deal.
"If you want to eat three light-bulbs, this three pack puts each bulb at half the price of the singles.
I asked her what kind of light-bulb she eats and she started waving me off
"I wouldn't eat any light-bulbs, go buy your stuff."
Olive is going to doing some public speaking tonight so I thought I would be her backup band by crunching some glass.

Yesterday after our show, someone's grandma Noreen gifted me a bag of 6. one inch square pot brownies.

She warned me that they are strong and she only needs a fourth of a square to get a head change. 
So I got home and ate all of them. 
Not because they were cannabis, because they were delicious brownies. 
I been partaking (in the devil's lettuce) every day since aught' 1985 so I have a bit of a tolerance. 
It wasn't gonna be a big deal until Olive flipped the script.

 I thought I was done doing anything useful for the day. 
Then Olive approached me with a handful of towels and a paper bag full of stuff.
 "Hey I need you to give me a bikini wax." 
What an ordeal that turned out to be. 
I have done this a few times, it comes with lots of giggles but it's never actually pleasant. "Operation:unmentionables" came off well.
 It was just a mighty surreal emotional rollercoaster.

a gun rally inspired my poem pen

Hammers that see every problem as a nail, pushbutton bravory amerikkka fail,
Waiting for Obamas to take away your gun, right wing radio manipulating everyone,
Stuck in the truck, all you hear, talking heads selling fear,
So much posturing, lies and apprehension,
Too many folks need a penis extension,

People get enraged over anyone who is different,
They read their bibles but never knew what it meant,
Guns represent fear and never look powerful,
Scared people desire the most rounds allowable,

Gun and pill lobbies are the worst,
They put the good of the sharholders first,
They don't hear the killing and maiming
Or the ethnic and sectarian violence flaming,

Worst president ever, NRA picked him,
People love anyone who tells them they're victims,
Most Americans want strong gun regulation,
Cavemen are embarrassing our once great nation,


Can't climb a fence, obsessed with home defense,
Mad at the world because it makes no sense,
Awful priories society fractured
but not in China where those guns are manufactured,

This is the big one, Someone's breaking in,
We waited so long for the fun to begin,
Can't wait to shoot, I hope they don't run,
bambambam
We just killed our son.

I knew it was bound to happen. I just hoped it wouldn't happen so soon.

Visited my favorite Portland tacarrhea landmark:
"The spilled ice cream that has escaped being cleaned since 2017".
To my horror I noticed (while munching on some bomb tacos) that the Milk/CornSyrupSolidsMonoDiglyceridesDextrose formation was half the size it was just a month ago. Unlike the polar ice caps, my favorite stain is not disappearing due to human activity.
It's good old entropy eroding Dingo's castle.
Bummer. I couldn't bring myself to take a photo.

I want to remember it as it is in this photo. Robust, large and clearly in charge.
This mess is special because it's a fighter but its also amazing because this restaurant doesn't sell ice cream.
I'll miss you Dumpy!

Left my guitar outside a shop for a while today

Lotta grumps on the grill today. I was almost one of them. After making nondreds of dollars busking on Hawthorne we did what clowns do and got distracted.
We interviewed folks with an empty camera and frolicked around with sidewalk chalk, posed for pics with tourists, went to the grocery store, found our way home.
Then I realized I had left my guitar in front of this store a LOOOONG time ago.
I jumped on my bike, flew down some streets, turned the corner and bam headwind (wap waaa) and I'm 10' up in the crows nest of my bike fighting a wall of wind while hoping I didn't just lose "Trigger".
I got to the spot and pulled the guitar out (like Excalibur) from where I put it next to the bush.
About that time I tuned around to see Olive Rootbeer catching up on her bike.
She was shaking her head and saying "You gotta be the luckiest clown I ever met."
She says that a lot.
I think "Maybe I know how to set stuff out of the way+ people are nice +it looks like a trap.
I think the number one reason my guitar was unharmed is that folks were too grouchy out on the grill to care about ground score guitars.
Hahaha.
I wasn't so grouchy after getting my friend back.
The Kids at Heart toy shop crew were a riot.
Their pleasant reactions when we came in and voluntold them we were gonna occupy their slice of sidewalk for shenanigans. They were like "ok, clowns go be clowns, good luck. Need water?"

Groovejuice - Cafe Prague (2010 Original) #weareprettyloud

Ate a booger today.

Ate a booger today. Yeah not bragging or complaining and it's not on my usual menu. 
Someone at a cafe was staring at the side of my head. People do that.
 I kind of felt pressure to perform (for me, not them)and even though I'm hard wired to make a scene, I'm not hip to spending a lot of money on special effects. 
The goal was to motivate him away before he asked a stupid question like "Wudder you sum kinna mexkin leprichaun?" 
Yeah people say that to me this time of year. 
I pretended not to notice him, took my time, looked distracted and slowly dined on my nose litter. 
Them Presto! Like a magic trick the annoying prick was gone.

"SEA WEED!"

Olive went to the coast yesterday. I had to hang back to get some stuff done. She asked me if she could bring me anything. I enthusiastically said "SEA WEED!" 

Hanging notes of hope on bridges for folks who commit suicide with Civil...

Picked up this dress at Darcelle's drag queen garage sale.

 D.Q.G.sales are some of the few places to find dude shaped clothing that doesn't look like a rat race uniform. lol This dress is not a fashion I would normally subscribe to but if I ever need to jump off a cliff or building, this frock is-a-gonna be my jam. Luv dem D.Q.G.S.