I like to walk. Once or twice a week, preferrably when the weather is unbearably hot, I'll go walking when work ends at 5 pm. Sometimes I'll go to my folks' house, which is about 7 miles, and sometimes, if I'm really jacked, I'll turn around instead of begging a lift back to work. That brings it closer to 15 miles.

I see lots of things while walking the suburban streets.
A sexy asian woman in a red convertible, picking her nose.
A discarded winter glove, which changed from grey to black until a gutter finally swallowed it.
A patch of sidewalk, stained a dark purple, from bicycle tires crushing mulberries.
A rose bush, growing through chain links.
A two-story deep hole in the street, blocked off by pylons.
I wonder what they're doing down there?
One spot where crows hang out on the telephone wires.
I always smell lilac, but I never see purple.
A small hole under a bush, always filled with black water. Wounded animals splash in there to die, and the smell is always putrescent.
Fat redheaded twins.
An old man from Pakistan, standing on the corner, asking for directions to the library. Sure, I'll look at your passport. Very nice picture. Go that way, and that way. Bye now.
8:00 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm