My new homo



Sometimes I think I'm in paradise. Other times, no.



In our flan-colored abode...



...with its nicely-browned caramel roof...



...we eat a morsel of cabbage, a hearty dish of potatoes,
and a draught of the staple spirit. Did you know that
"vodka" is the diminutive of "water" in Russian?




I was otherwise very normal before I became 26 years old



'Nother visit to the 99-cent store. A can whispered in my ear:

My life is likely to last 6-9 years. Any separation from
you will be painful for me. Remember that before you buy me.




HERRO DERE!



Picture this car capering among fellow dolphins in the sea.



I dunno man, I might be losing it...



Way to go 70 in a residential zone, SPAGHETTI BRAIN!



The inauguration of the vegetable garden. Step One involves tomatoes,
beans, basil, parsley, chives, thyme and rosemary. Step Two is going
to be even more exhilarating: lettuce, cucumbers, zucchini, MELONS!




Gardening in a Zorro hat that traps heat and scrambles
my brains, French-style, to a custard consistency.




Our neighborhood is speckled with houses that have foreclosure signs
nailed to posts in the front yard. Sometimes there are children's
toys out front, or statues of Mary. A lump rises in the throat.








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