Late Sunday

Well, I was gonna start,

with what,

a grey morning,

it is here in Montreal,

but,

it isn’t morning,

anymore,

it’s afternoon.

I got up late,

it was still morning,

but,

late morning,

been exhausted all week.

Rough week,

I mean rough,

in all and every,

way.

The weather has been,

well,

I believe,

the correct term,

is,

shit.

Sales were,

sort of dismal,

and,

there was the ‘incident’-

this woman,

squatted,

on ,

the stoop,

at the bookstore,

at 12h30,

in the afternoon,

broad daylight,

and,

let go,

a torrent of pee,

yep,

you read,

that right,

she relieved herself!!

She didn’t ask to use,

the toilet,

or just go to the cafe,

next door,

no, no,

she just pissed,

her alcohol smelling pee,

all over my stoop.

I banged on the window,

but,

you know,

once you start,

you can’t stop,

I was very upset,

and,

insulted,

I wanted to punch,

her out,

but,

after throwing buckets,

of very hot water,

several,

the last spiked with bleach,

onto the golden mess,

and,

her sitting on the stool,

in my store,

babbling an apology,

and,

me still wanting to belt her,

but,

saying ‘it’s done now’ instead,

and,

then telling her,

if she had asked,

I would have let her use,

my crumby bathroom.

I thought,

to myself,

how friggin’ far gone,

do you have to be,

to do something like that??

and,

that actually,

it was sad,

and,

not a little bit,

pathetic.

There are days,

I wonder,

why I do,

what I do,

and,

I wonder what,

kind of a messed up,

world,

we live in?

What has happened,

to,

common decency?

and,

then I think,

don’t take it personal, BB,

but,

you know,

that’s hard,

and,

it may be getting,

harder and harder.

I don’t think of myself,

as insensitive,

or lacking in compassion,

I do my bit,

I listen,

I try,

I give,

what little I have,

I try to share,

but,

things like that,

might make a butch,

go,

running off,

howling,

into the,

wilderness.

Now,

there were good parts,

to my week,

🙂

and,

there are way more,

better parts,

to my life,

but,

this incident,

illustrates,

that sometimes,

you need a vacation,

and,

sometimes,

you want to belt somebody.

heavy sigh

So the late morning,

helped,

replenished my batteries,

and,

at least some of my mojo:-)

I’m off to the library,

and,

some errands,

get some walking time,

get some,

lost in a crowd,

time.

I need that.

I also need,

a haircut,

bad,

and,

I’m thinking,

of going to a barber’s.

I’ve never done that,

but,

my hairdresser,

doesn’t seem to be getting,

what I want out of my hair,

she just doesn’t get,

butch.

She’s been my hairdresser,

for fifteen years,

and,

well,

let’s face it,

I’ve never had,

girlie hair,

but,

since the ‘great shave’,

it’s been closer,

than ever,

to what I want,

but,

it’s grown in,

lots,

and,

I think,

she has been,

secretly working it,

back to its former,

lushness.

I’m not complaining,

I’ve got good,

and,

plentiful hair,

not everyone can say that,

but,

I want it more butch,

thus,

the idea,

of the barber.

You know,

I think I’ll just patiently,

re-explain,

to my hairdresser,

I can’t walk away,

it’s been 15 years,

she’s my neighbour,

on the street,

and,

hey, that’s got to,

count for something,

right?

Later girls,

BB