Possible splash page images, culled from hard drive. Backboard for the pinball game “Xenon,” which, at one time, adorned my front room, in another time, in another place.
Ides of July
Mobile phone toss? Wait, I think I’ve used that idea before. So anyway, I dropped by the downtown post office, and on my way through the park, one of the (apparently) homeless guys addressed me as “King.”
Cool.
Other than that, I was wondering if I was in a rut, sort of a post-full moon menopause period. Stop and fish money out of the PO box. Stop at the bank and deposit said monies. Drop my sweating body into the cold water at Barton Creek.
Wander homeward via convenience store that sells big drinks and hotlinks. Hot summer afternoon, all I could think about was a cheap hotlink with some yellow mustard on one end. That and a cold drink.
Got a drink, a link, and lottery ticket. Ran about three bucks. Who said you can’t buy happiness?
