It's tiny story time!

Bobby the ugly, bare-footed guitar player has been unemployed for a while. He's a fabricator/welder, and a damn good one if you listen to him, but he's says he "cain't even get a job overta chicken shack." To keep him in cigarettes, he's taken to rounding up metal from around his place and fabricating plant stands and decorative wall hangings and peddling them to housewives flush with cash.

The other day, we were sitting on the bench, swinging our feet and smoking. "Now," Bobby said, "something good has come out of my unemployment. Since I been building these plant stands and shit, I found out I gotta artist hiding inside me. Let me show you." He skipped to his truck and pulled his newest stand from the bed. "Now, see here, see how I painted that fuckin' rose red, then I mirrored it by puttin' some red in the fuckin' leaves? That's where my artist come out at."

I love that crazy coon-ass.

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I dreamed that I was delivering a present to my friend Megan, who had moved to Dallas (not really...just in the dream...and I have since forgotten what the present was, but it doesn't matter because the part I DO remember is so retarded.) For some reason, the only way to deliver the present was by donkey-powered wagon, and the wagon had wheels that were 80 feet tall, and the donkey-driver wore a straw hat and chewed a hay straw. Because donkey carts are a really sloooow form of transportation, we caused a traffic jam that really seemed to enrage the citizens of Dallas. I was thrilled, so I jumped off the wagon bed and performed a dance routine between the wagon wheels that started with high kicks and ended with fireworks. I got banned from Dallas, and I was okay with that since J.R. moved out.

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Mexicans really know how to party. I knew this firsthand, thanks to the street parties I used to attend in high school with my friend Jessica, but I had forgotten. Until this weekend, when the Mescans down the street had a what sounded like an amazing Quinceanera. And I'm sad that I wasn't invited, especially since I always wave when they ride their horses through my neighbor's yard.