Dusty

A couple of years ago I met a man in the local laundromat. There were clothes just sitting in a washer for quite some time, and I saw a man sleeping on a chair. I went to gently wake him up to ask if those were his clothes. He did not stir. I took a walk while my clothes were spinning, and came back to the laundromat. The man in the chair was awake and looked at me. He asked if I was the one who tapped him. I nodded yes. He seemed like a nice fellow, but the clothes were not his. Turns out he was homeless and just needed a place to sleep. I walked with him the local fast food joint and bought him some food.

I then began to see this fellow on a regular basis, wandering the main strip of my town. I would always stop to chat with him, and he gave me a CD of his. One night, after a long day of school, I went to a yummy cream puff place and headed into my town with two cream puffs in hand. One for me, and one for the bf. I saw Dusty that night, and reluctantly gave him my cream puff. He stared at my boobs, and told me what a great pair I had. Immediately, I tensed up and told him I needed to go. When I would see him after that, he would hit on me, and I stopped being friendly altogether. I saw him at the laundromat again and he started bragging about his female conquests, which made me horribly uncomfortable. He asked where I lived, but I wouldn't tell him. I hauled ass out of the laundromat and made a vow to not do laundry alone at night anymore.

He disappeared for quite some time. He was well known in town when he disappeared and there were rumors that he was arrested for shoplifting. Dusty was gone for awhile, until one night my friend/neighbor told me she saw a man sleeping in the back of our apartment by the creek. I found it odd, but didn't think too much of it, as I live in a pretty hippy town, and the fact that someone was sleeping by the creek did not seem so odd. The next morning, I saw Dusty washing himself with a hose near my apartment. I took off in the other direction, and luckily he did not see me. My friend told me he was sleeping there every night, and I eventually called the police. It may seem like a heartless thing to do, but this dude was creepy and unstable, and I really was not comfortable with him being so close to my apartment in such a way. Our apartments are in a very safe area, and it is not uncharacteristic to leave the doors unlocked, or even keep the doors open totally.

Dusty disappeared again for a long time, which brings us to present time. I spoke of my crazy ass neighbor some posts back, and how she barged into my apartment babbling about having an affair with a younger man. Well tonight the bf went to get his laundry, and saw Dusty walking away from our apartment complex. Coocoo bird stepped outside moments after that to light a smoke. Now, I'm speculating like mad here, but I think Dusty and Coocoo are having a little lovefest. I really am not sure how I will handle it if Dusty becomes a regular guest around here, but I'm hoping I am very wrong about those two. They are very unstable separately, but together, I am not sure what kind of chaos they could create.

I actually don't know Dusty's real name. He got the name from locals because he's so dirty and is always covered in a layer of grime. He looks like he just walked out of a sandstorm.

Enough of Dusty and on to Sweet Cheeks. I will preface by saying that I am a very tolerant person. Not much bothers me, gets under my skin, etc. But the gym scene is an annoyance for me in general as it seems like a pick-up joint for many there. Today, wow, today, I went to the gym after work. I turned around to see a really cute girl, wearing a tank top and the shortest shorts possible. Her cheeks were literally hanging out of the bottom. I quickly turned my head. I was mortified. Could she be for real? How does someone work out in clothes like that. I contemplated going up to her and asking her what the hell she was thinking, but I suppose it's none of my business. I've seen some ladies sporting the tight pants and short shorts, but this was over the top...or not enough over the bottom. Ridiculous.

Boston Legal is a great show, but I watched a scene tonight that made me grimace. As far as I know, a judge cannot just have one partie's counsel in the judge's chambers. That would be ex parte communication, and I've never heard of that happening. Also, as far as I know, there are no surprise witnesses anymore and a witness list needs to be provided to the other party ahead of time. 'And, for the love of god, two attorneys from the same firm can't represent different parties. Duh! Oh well. But, that kid from Cougartown was on tonight, and I have a little bit of a crush on him. And, I also must say that 30 Rock is a great show. I've been into tv alot lately because it's cheap entertainment.

Another thing I'm excited for when I move to the east coast is.........EGGROLLS. Yep, eggrolls. I'm a huge lover of Chinese food, and although San Fran and the surrounding areas have some of the freshest and most flavorful chinese food around, the eggrolls are just not up to par. The eggrolls out here are spring rolls. Even if you order an eggroll, you get a spring roll. I miss the chewy exterior of a real eggroll, and I also miss duck sauce. No duck sauce in sight here, and I get funny looks when I inquire in futility. I really want to find some great places to eat up there, and I wonder what the local cuisine is like. I think on the whole, Marin is very asian/latino centric with foods, which is fine by me, because I love those cuisines with a passion. I should do some research, and I've checked out Yelp already. I think Italian will be the dominating cuisine, and I think it will be damn good Italian too. I've already experienced some fresh, delicious italian up there, and I was quite pleased to enjoy the food at that little gem!

On to some reading. I'm reading The Fellowship of the Ring..again. So, if anyone has some reading suggestions, I would love to hear them!