A Denton cop gave me a ride home the other night at 4:00 am when I was out walking and reading, right before it started to rain. He knew me from the store because he comes in all the time, but I didn't recognize him immediately because it was dark and his flashlight was shining at me. He had stopped his cop car halfway off of the road and onto the sidewalk, effectively blocking my path, shone his flashlight at me, and said, loudly: "What are you doing out this late? Turn off that flashlight! Come over here. Turn that phone off. Get over here now!" Shit, I thought. I walked over to him, and he said, "Hey man. What's up? Just kidding, you aren't in trouble. You need a ride home? It looks like it might rain." I of course recognized him up close, so I didn't shit the imminent brick which I'd been preparing. He gave me a ride home, and wouldn't you know it, I wound up leaving my phone in the cop car. What happened was this: when the next cop on duty brought my phone back to the store (I dunno how he figured out who's phone it was and where I worked, my name isn't anywhere in that phone), everybody at work thought I had been mugged or kidnapped or thrown in jail or killed. It was a real hoot.
Lets see... in other news, I banged my head so hard the other night in the cooler at work I saw stars for a second. On the way home from work I walked into a telephone pole. That was the second time I banged my head. My skull has served the purpose it was designed for.
Oh. And I broke my hand a few weeks ago when I fell while I was out walking and reading at 2:00 am. Just a hairline fracture though, and it's almost back to normal. I still have to wear a brace though, because it hurts like the devil with I put the wrong kind of pressure on it. Oh, and I broke my brand new e-reader too when I fell. I was more upset about that than breaking my hand.
Uh... what else. Um... oh yeah. Pinback finally came out with a new album. Thanks, Pinback!