Snotty

I am now perfectly snotty. My cold has developed into full rage and I am in constant need of a tissue. It's lovely I tell you. Each sneeze a work of art! I could sell it on e-bay if I were a celebrity. People would pay millions for my snot-rags!!!! Muuuaahhaahhaaa.

Ok - so along with my cold I am a little delirious.

But - I heard once a child star named Corey Haim. Not only put up locks of his hair for sale but also his wisdom teeth and he made a pretty penny. He's no one now - but someone loves the weird.

Speaking of weird. I live in a town that has some pretty weird folks in it. There is a Greyhound bus station down the street and the people that decide to get off at the Hollywood station are eccentric (ok, they are drunks) and a little scary.

So this morning I stop by the local Habib store to grab a pack of smokes. There is also a man that is digging in the $1 beer barrel in the front of the store. He wants to get the very cold one at the bottom apparently because he is digging like a dog looking for a bone. Ice crashing to the floor - and Habib is not very happy.

Habib yells at him and the drunk cowers and apologizes. Then, he tries to pick up the ice that has fallen on the floor and put it back in the bin. Yuck! Remind me to never buy a single beer from the bucket at Habib's. So then Habib turns to me and I tell him what I would like and then here comes the drunk guy. He stands inches from me. I have a barrier of at least an arms length that I feel comfy with and this man is invading my space. So - I take one step over to my right to make my space. He notices and once again becomes apologetic, but doesn't move. So I am trying to reach over Habibs wares to try and pay him. Habib starts yelling at the drunk - why are you scaring my customers?

My mind is screaming... Habib....give me my smokes and let me go. Don't defend me, don't make the drunk mad. Your on the other side of the counter all safe. I am merely inches from whatever weapon he may have! What are you crazy???

The drunk starts to cry. I didn't mean to scare you. I am sorry.

My heart is pounding and I am tightlipped and I grab my stuff and go. What in the hell was that all about?

Life in Hollyweird.