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I was behind you in the checkout lane at Smith's on 4th Street. You looked up as I began to put my groceries onto the belt, you stopped for a minute, we looked at one another and smiled. Our eyes met several more times. I wished that you would talk to me. You finished checking out. When I came out of the store I saw you again putting your groceries into your white truck. We smiled again. I put my groceries into my silver Honda. We met at the basket return. I wished you had asked for my number.

YES, It is MY BAD in that the fender of my classic Nash Metropolitan grazed you, however so slightly, while YOU appeared out of nowhere from the median of Central Avenue, sporting a cardboard placard emblazoned with "NO MORE EATING OF GUINEA PIGS BY SOUTH AMERICANS." Not hip to the current causes of rectifying injustices, and stalled at the next red light, I offered you a donation of five bucks toward your endeavors. YOU graciously declined the offer and said, "Shove it up your ass, dickweed.”

You work at the Coop here on campus. You used to have longer hair than you do now (which btw works either way). Usually when I see you, I get super nervous. I wish I knew what to say. I don't think I'd ever have a chance but I'd just like to let you know, you are very handsome and seeing you when I do, is very nice.

Sincerely,

Not a creeper.

Whenever I see you, my mind flashes on a flood of memories: Mooshie saying I'd make a great Daddy; the sweetness of your mouth after our marathon kissing sessions; the silky-softness of your skin; waking to your golden hair in the morning sun; the oniony scent of your underarms; the slightly musky scent from under your perfect breasts; the yeasty scent from between your alabaster thighs; the hammy scent from between your marvelous buttocks. Without you I survive, I don't live. Come back.

ALBUQUERQUE – Last week the Department of Justice announced findings that the Albuquerque Police Department has systemic failures that have led to a pattern or practice of unconstitutional use of force, including deadly force. Although these problems are serious and run deep, we have the commitment of the City to work together to bring about meaningful reform within the Albuquerque Police Department.

We have learned that fliers advocating violence against police officers are being disseminated in Albuquerque. The Justice Department condemns threats of violence against police officers, and encourages all sectors of the community to participate in the critical dialogue that will bring about the reform that will promote constitutional policing and will rebuild the community’s trust in its Police Department. The path to reform is through dialogue among the City, the Police and the many communities that make up Albuquerque, and the negotiation and implementation of a court-enforceable agreement.

Individuals who wish to have input into developing the reforms or who have information relevant to the Justice Department’s investigation into the use of force by the Albuquerque Police Department are encouraged to contact us by email at community.albuquerque@usdoj.gov or by calling our toll free number, (855) 544-5134, which is available for both English and Spanish speakers.

Albuquerque police and family members are looking for this mentally disabled kid who ran away from school on April 9th. He was last seen (by this writer) in the 4th and Central area yesterday evening.

Tuesday April 15th 2014: your taxes are due.

There was blood on the moon last night.

Google bought a drone company in Moriarty, New Mexico.

The mayor of Santa Fe wants to make the plaza pedestrian-only.

Pollution in China is affecting the weather.

Things are heating up in Ukraine.

Pulitzers were announced.

Dr. Kevorkian painted a lot of surreal and creepy pictures.

There is a smoke ring halo over England.

Munich has "official nudist zones".

It was a long way to the top in this dog eat dog world, but it now looks like the end of the highway for AC/DC.

• The cops found the kid (geoffreyplant) [ Tue Apr 15 2014 6:36 PM ]
  

Introducing the marijuana vending machine.

A Russian jet buzzed a US Warship in the Black Sea, threateningly.

Don’t miss tonight’s “blood moon” lunar eclipse.

Utah authorities found seven dead babies in a woman’s home.

“Seaweed.” Finally we can talk to dolphins.

Graphene will change our lives.

There’s a pyramid in North Dakota.

An abused Albuquerque toddler is hospitalized.

Ho Ho’s had a sewage problem, but they’re open again now.

Happy birthday, Rod Steiger.

Compfight cc via Daniel Oines

I did not want to drive to Ghetto Smith’s. Sometimes that place is okay, but there is always the chance I will run into someone I know. Without a clean scramble suit to put on for show, that thought made me itchy all over.

Walmart is closer, at the end of a street that's mostly houses—except for the intersection, where there was a wreck. A broken telephone pole was left behind afterward; two weeks later, it's still there. One time I saw a dead dog on the median nearby, but it was gone after a few minutes.

It's still a veritable oasis where I live. One of the houses has a grip of datura plants coming up in their compost pile. There is still some grass here and there, but mostly folks let the lawns wither. For ground cover there is a lot of London rocket weed this time of year, if you don’t like lava rocks.

Most afternoons and evenings, seven out of 10 houses depicted in this narrative setting are playing the teevee. Even over in my two-person people’s republic, things won’t go dark until the yearly beisbol ritual is completed in October.

I still could not find anything decent to soak up today, tube-wise. I needed a package of black, plastic garbage bags to keep up my end of the social contract. I made a deal with my personal gasoline-powered shuttlecraft and roared off toward the blue behemoth. The Radiohead EP my wife left in the player began where it left off. Something, something about white teeth.

I rolled into the parking lot just as Thom Yorke started going on about selling your suit and tie. I’ll be damned about the next part, but some lanky dude the size of Texas came bolting out of the store at the same time; it was a close one. He gave me a stare, and his blue eyes were practically throbbing out of orbit as he bounded over the hood.

The guy kept running and running. I parked the car. Inside were seedless watermelons, loaves of angel food cake and enough toilet paper to save an army. Plus the garbage bags were on sale. On the way back, I turned the volume down to practically nothing at all. I listened to the engine and scoured the road for signs of home.