Wow, I ran in a road race this morning. I came in 8th place by holidng off the first female finisher. She and I took turns pacing each other and every time I started to pull away she'd say "wait for me, thank you." I felt like I was escaping a rwandan genocide. All told it was a pathetic performance and I shit blood afterwards.
At the Eastern Market in D.C. a yellow-eyed man asked me for five dollars. He said it was for Stop the Violence, a charity to reduce the homicides in the metro area. There's a basketball event in March and another in August. You should go if you like ball. The man handed me bookmark-sized slip for the event. He asked me if I played and where I was from. When I said Indiana he wrote his cell on the back of the slip and said I could run on his squad. So I gave him the five dollars. Then I tried to walk away, but he told me a story about getting kicked off his college team for arguing with his coach about how overrated Steve Alford was... Steve Alford was overrated.
Whitney and I went to the Old Town Theatre for Valentine's. We saw He's Just Not Into You. Ironic, huh? People had told me the service at the theatre sucks, and we found that to be somewhat true. The owner is an old man from Michigan with a gravelly voice. He delayed the start of the movie until everyone was seated. To keep us complacent he showed us how to determine our dominant eye. Then he told us he's no longer going to pay the Post 3,600/mo for advertising. I hope this old man loses his business, because he's really just not good at it.
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