Tuesday, August 19, 2003 I go out walkin'
My neighborhood now is safe, I guess, but above all it's quiet. No gun shots, no sirens, no crackheads yodeling greetings to each other out in the street. There isn't even a domestic disturbance family in the area, which leads me to believe that we may be it, but that's another story.
My point is that, in this neighborhood, should one want to walk a small, toothless dog at all hours of the night (because the dog is not the most continent animal one has ever met, although one might not actually be sure what is the absolute most continent), one may feel very comfortable doing so barefoot and in one's pajamas. Maybe too comfortable.
For example, one might get bored walking at the approximate rate of half a block per hour, and start doing excercises of sort. One might notice that the higher one lifts ones legs, the more the problem areas in the backs of one's thighs get "worked." One might. So, one might try to "work" them.
And, just as one is beginning to "feel the burn," and elderly neighbor might walk out from the building next door and catch one goose-stepping. Or, actually, "working" the problem muscles, but sure looking like goosestepping.
Worse, one might have gotten carried away with the excitement of "feeling the burn", and outdistanced the dog by two-thirds of a block, so, in the eyes of the neighbor, one is goose-stepping around the block in one's pajamas at one a.m. with no plausible excuse to do so.
Hypothecially, I mean. posted by Frenz | 8/19/2003 11:58:00 PM
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