Sunday Mongering on the R
This must be close to a record: Even on such a cruddy day, from 8 Mile to 6 Mile I counted 11 of our friends out there strolling. Some new peeps, including two blondes I never even saw before. On the third pass, a poor schmuck in a minivan got hisself caught by an uncle right across from the party store near 8. That blonde that was there looked TGTBT. And was. From now on I am looking only, not touching. It's too dangerous out there now. Unless, of course, Ronnie appears. She's worth the chance.