|Here's psycho cat Bonkers, after she began to get used to me. (Don't try to deny it, Max.)|
Bonkers spent most of my visit underneath Max's bed. But she did finally begin to warm up. Another day & she'd have been happy to be the center of my attention.
Note also the candy dish full of Runts next to Fake Wagner.
Runts are good. We like Runts.
|Monday morning we met Cupcake at a coffee shop. There was a guy sitting outside, scribbling furtively in a notebook. He looked like a drug dealer. Turned out -- he was!|
We were hoping the photos I snapped of his notebook pages would turn out -- they didn't. Blasted blurry camera!
But I did jot down three examples of his numbered ramblings:
39. "I live in fear of IRS, state of Oregon, fed government."That became a tag line the rest of the day, whenever any one of us needed to sum up a story we'd told: "Hence -- back to the spoon!"
This guy was Too Good to Pass Up: Fake Wagner had to pose with him. Max & Cupcake wanted to know how that would be negotiated.
Negotiated, hell! I just said, "Excuse me," plopped F.W. down on the guy's table, and walked across the street and snapped it.
You can just barely see Max & Cupcake through the window behind Mister Dope Guy.
When I came back for F.W., the guy nervously asked, "Er, what's this photo for?"
I said, "I take pictures of this statue."
For some reason, because that answer appeared to satisfy me, it satisfied him. Dumb reason! Dumb guy!