As I was leaving my apartment complex, I saw one of the managers in the golf cart they drive around in. Following her were 3 large tow trucks, the long, flatbed ones. It looked like they had a few trucks to move. Turning the corner onto the street, two cop cars had someone pulled over. I heard sirens several more times as I walked to Flamingo. This bustle was imperceptible to the drones in their cages (cars.) The activity level seemed high for a Saturday. I wonder why the complex would wait until a Saturday afternoon to tow away vehicles, Monday morning seems more appropriate a time for office workers to get anything major accomplished. Two cruisers on one car? It’s two o’clock on Saturday afternoon! I doubt very many people would be drunk or dangerous. Then again, this town can be a 24 hour drunken brawl. I’ve been in bars and casinos at every hour of the day so drunk that I can barely see and it takes a few minutes before I can remember my address so the cab can take me home. I guess two cops might have been necessary, after all.

I read a few pages of one of my old journals last night. God, I’m a whiner. I’m still whining about the same shit, too. I think I’ve got some more self-confidence now, though. I quoted a lot of things in the few pages I read. I don’t remember where all of them came from and I think I was being a little snot when I was writing it so I didn’t credit anything and left it to the reader to look it up. I’m a bitch sometimes.