(no subject) really translates into 'tell me a story'. happily...

there was an old man that lived on the same street as my other and i and
you'd see him often with his cat. he had a stroller for it with it's
leash hitched on the side, so sometimes they'd be walking side by side
and sometimes the cat ( i liked to pretend his name was rufus) would
just be chillin' in the pram as the old man ( whom i liked to pretend
was named leonard) would gently push him down the side walk. then
there was a large stretch of time when i saw neither of them, and i
spent a lot of time outside smoking on the front stoop so i was
apprised of neighborhood happenings. one day, i was sitting at my
desk working in my office when my other burst into the room and excitedly
said ' COME CHECK THIS OUT!' and then with out regard for what i was
doing at the time grabbed me by the wrist and hauled me to the stoop.

and there were leonard and rufus, leonard pushing and rufus coasting
sleepily, down the side walk. i had never been happier to see someone
i didnt even know. i looked up at my other, who was beaming heavily
under his beard and realized i was lucky to have someone who loved me
and my stupid little quirks like caring about the neighbor and his
cat.

i miss living on that avenue.