Now this was a weird day. So I'm walking back from the restaurant at about 9, right? and as I walk past the fountain, I see all these people acting weird and pointing and the police have got the square all roped off. I say to myself "now what are all these people doing pointing at the fountain?" I thought they told those people from the 'cult of the fountain' or whatever they call it never to come back. Then I look at the fountain and -get this- there's a GATOR in it. Turns out some zookeeper turned crackhead let these wild animals loose in the city. This tiggle (a tiger and a lion had a baby) thing ran off and got caught by animal control along with his buddy the ostrich but their pal the gator hid in the fountain and they hadn't got him out yet.
Another day I might've stopped and pointed with the rest of them but I had a lousy day at work with all these job applications to turn down. Doesn't take too many people to operate a meat smoker.
So instead of gawking at the miserable gator I head back to the building. I look up to see if the laundry I put out my window blew off, and at just the right time some policeman's spotlight flashes up on the roof and I see this dude up there. At first I think well hell, is he gonna jump? Has nobody really seen him? Then a split second later I recognized him. It was this guy somethingorother Barinov who lives down the hall from me. He always seemed pretty level-headed so he probably wasn't trying to join the gator in the fountain from that height.
I climbed up there (I don't care if stairs don't count as climbing for some people) after I went to my apartment and said 'hi' and that I'd never been on the roof before. He just said hi. I said something about the view being good and went back downstairs. Now I remember, sitting here, writing this that his first name is NIKOLAI.
What a name, really. Nikolai Barinov. You'd think he just got out of ten years drinking cold borscht in a dark prison cell for stealing a loaf of bread. Or something russian like that. Once we saved this weird chick's cat from the furnace room when it got out, but that's pretty much the only time we ever met before. It's annoying how you can live right next to all these people who probably have some crazy story and you never know any of it. By the way, I was joking when I said he was wild. He doesn't do anything with anyone, as far as I can tell (except watch people from the roof). He seems like a real deep dude, but like I said, I can't tell you for sure.
Here's to gossiping about people you don't know.
Mikey
I guess I'll keep posting, but no promises.
Another day I might've stopped and pointed with the rest of them but I had a lousy day at work with all these job applications to turn down. Doesn't take too many people to operate a meat smoker.
So instead of gawking at the miserable gator I head back to the building. I look up to see if the laundry I put out my window blew off, and at just the right time some policeman's spotlight flashes up on the roof and I see this dude up there. At first I think well hell, is he gonna jump? Has nobody really seen him? Then a split second later I recognized him. It was this guy somethingorother Barinov who lives down the hall from me. He always seemed pretty level-headed so he probably wasn't trying to join the gator in the fountain from that height.
I climbed up there (I don't care if stairs don't count as climbing for some people) after I went to my apartment and said 'hi' and that I'd never been on the roof before. He just said hi. I said something about the view being good and went back downstairs. Now I remember, sitting here, writing this that his first name is NIKOLAI.
What a name, really. Nikolai Barinov. You'd think he just got out of ten years drinking cold borscht in a dark prison cell for stealing a loaf of bread. Or something russian like that. Once we saved this weird chick's cat from the furnace room when it got out, but that's pretty much the only time we ever met before. It's annoying how you can live right next to all these people who probably have some crazy story and you never know any of it. By the way, I was joking when I said he was wild. He doesn't do anything with anyone, as far as I can tell (except watch people from the roof). He seems like a real deep dude, but like I said, I can't tell you for sure.
Here's to gossiping about people you don't know.
Mikey
I guess I'll keep posting, but no promises.
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