Pigeons

I have a very good friend here. This is the woman who let's me park in her parking space on weekends, and when it is raining. She would be fine with me parking there all the time. She let's me brew coffee in her apartment if I want in the morning, and she continues to insist that I use her shower, even though I don't.  She says she has no car, she doesn't pay for the water, and the electricity to run the coffemaker is pennys.

She has two sons. 13 and 19. She is French, black, and lesbian. She has made me a part of her family despite my lack of money, my unusual lifestyle, and my reluctance to be tied to anyone. Her boys are beautiful. The oldest is clearly a good man. The youngest is gentle and polite, except when he wants to go to the beach in a tropical storm, and he has to do his homework instead. But he did it, and he got to go to the beach. The three of them were a sight, comming back at night, soaked, with huge grins. I was writing my blog in the bed of my truck.

She married this guy so she could get permanent residence. I did the same thing a long time ago, except I was in love. Actually, I've met him, and I think he is in love. As much as he's able to be. I've actually met him several times, and I can't help wondering why she would let him be part of her life. Women, I have learned, will do crazy things if they think it will benefit their children.

All this really is neither here nor there. I am writing about it because I was sitting at my favorite sidewalk pizza place having a slice, when he approached me and put a newspaper infront of me. He said this is what he has been going through, and still is. It was a copy of the most recent New Times, the local rag. The article was about how he got ripped off for about five months by a restuaranteur and a landlord. I couldn't help wondering why he let it go five months, and why he was surprised that people wanted to take his money from him.

But I was also bothered by him passing by. He passed by my friend's apartment yesterday too while I was having a cup of coffee on her porch. Then he sent her 19 text messages over two hours. This woman is my friend. This man is a stalker, a liar, stupid, and who knows what else.

So what is this all about? I have a lovely friend who I admire and respect. She is sufferring the consequences of a poor choice. Her poor choice has decided he needs to figure out what part I play in his life. I want no part of his life. But I am also not about to abandon my friend. This is how things begin. New people come in to my life, they bring their stuff, I bring mine.

I sold $400 today, and had no bartender,and no busboy, so I get to keep all my tips. Atleast I'd better. One day after Nicole and the skys are clear, the breeze is cool. I haven't been exercising enough, and I continue to smoke. There's more going on there to explore.

I'm going to try to attach a copy of the article, if you're interested, and I had a really good time sharing my pizza with a pigeon. Stay happy, what else would you want to be?

http://www.miaminewtimes.com/2010-09-30/news/starlite-cafe-employees-cry-scam/