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Was at Target a few days ago picking up some pillow cases, pool balls, duct tape, tin snips, a thick plastic tarp … The upside to national stores is that shit is always in the same place. I picked up a snickers and went pawing through the movies so as to not look suspicious with my party supplies. Oh, like you don’t have pillow cases at your parties … It’s hard to watch TV these days, everything seems to have some sinister political meaning. I picked up a few movies I haven’t seen in a while out of the cheap bin and a couple of these cheese things; it looks like string cheese, I mean it’s in the shape and color of string cheese, but it’s wrapped in prosciutto.

I just watched the Monuments Men. I was underwhelmed to moderately whelmed the first time I saw it. I might have had other things going on. I was well whelmed this time around, but it wasn’t much of an escape from politics, just, you know, made before the current political ambience about events generations removed from the current body politic.

Yeah it’s taken me days to put together a few paragraphs and I’m a different man each time I sit to type. I’m sure I had something to say about the Monuments Men, but I paused, watched the Milagro beanfield war (again, days, it’s taken days) and So What? I mean movie wise the Milagro Beanfield War was … more, more everything except rescuing art from Nazi’s.

GF is sick and if I want to go to the gym, I go alone. I think I’ll wait maybe work out here. It’s been brilliant sunshine for a couple of days but the combined tempatures, counting wind chill, don’t add up to warm. It looks like a nice day for a bike ride but I don’t want to drag myself down with gear. When I was a kid I had to really think about my spring wardrobe. Um, not for vanity, for practicality. It’d be low thirties in the morning and then mid sixties by the time school was out, or raining. The question being how much extra shit did you want to drag home or leave at school knowing it would have to be dragged home sometime, perhaps with another coat and hat. If I went for a ride, within fifteen minutes I’d be tying my leather jacket at the waist. Not a good look. Yes, I grew into a bit of vanity.

The song above? Of the many women I dated after separating from the seahag, two were fairly serious. Oh, that needs a bracket here {between separating with seahag and having the Texan move in as a five year long fiancé, then there was a lot more dating and then another marriage}. One was serious and broke my heart, we pretended it was a transition for both of us. The other is where the song came from, I broke her heart, oddly enough for a weekend with the other one. It was a great weekend.

A week or too into dating (I’m not sure dating is a good word here. We had a first date and then the second one was a penthouse forum letter, and from there on out it was a lot of fucking with things in between) she gave me the album, ok, cassette, that the above song was on. CD’s were pretty new to the market, new enough where you couldn’t just get anything you wanted on one. It’s a catchy song. I’ve listened to it hundreds of times since … 1989? Yes, give or take a year lets say 1989. Listened to it hundreds of times and still not sure I get it. I mean I get it, but a hundred percent.

I was reading Florentine and she was talking about breakup songs. The following song reminds me of the many breakups with second wife. Sometimes it chokes me up when I hear it out of the blue. Chronologically it doesn’t have much to do with breaking up with sunny, it’s just a good break up song, I mean it’s not angry.