fried chicken
last night was fried chicken and white wine
drove across the entire city for the sake of
Harold's Chicken Shack
and the only one worth going to
that i know of anyway
is down in hyde park
so off i drove
with sarah
- please see previous post for example of her drunken blogging -
thankfully the liquor store is next door
so that saved a trip.
its been a long time since id last had real Harolds
they have two inch plexi protecting the booth
and a lazy susan
yes also of bullet proof plexi
made so you cant get a gun in there
with your arm
and get your chicken too
ingenious
i only regret
not ordering extra coleslaw
it comes in a plastic bucket
and tastes like pure freaking joy
today was merely productive
counciling recieved as to career paths
direction on portfolio
assuaging of soul selling fears
blisters on soles of feet
why did i think my cowboy boots
would be good for walking on asphalt?
standing around
yes
walking on dirt and grass
yes
riding bulls
yes
pounding pavement
no
i will have to get back to my doodles soon
tomorrow i am going to the zoo
that should be good fodder
i leave you with a screaming turtle
