I got a text from Roxy the other day. She's back in San Diego doing her thing while the man who loves her languishes in Las Vegas - Anyhoo, the text got me thinking about the two of us and some of the things she has said to me- "I told you Jethro. Enjoy the time we have together. You know what kind of girl I am Jethro. You have known from the start. Don't play stupid now." It's her honesty, often brutal, that keeps her grounded. For me, I find her honesty both depressing and invigorating.
There is a homeless guy who hangs out on the corner. I encounter him from time to time when I am out and about. We developed a running joke - Every time I see him I yell - "Trump!" He yells back - "Hitler!" - We both get a laugh out of it - Today I was riding by the corner with a friend and he was standing at the stoplight - I yell - "Trump!" - out the window as we roll by. I don't think he realized it was me because when I checked the side view mirror for his reaction, he was standing out in the street with both middle fingers waving in the air. Let me tell you folks. You will never find anything as funny as watching a homeless guy in the middle of the street cussing and flipping the bird at you. It made my day.
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