you and i, well we could change the world.

tess and i have noticed that, at some point during the past 6 months, we've started to walk like we drive back home. driving and walking similarities i possess include:

1) glancing at my blind spot to see if anyone is coming up on me
2) believing those whom i cut off deserve to be cut off
3) thinking old people should all move down to la florida and stay off my sidewalks
4) riding ass if your roll is too slow and we're in the fast lane*

the danger of #4 is not comparable to overtaking a slow car at a blind turn...of a mountain pass...on a foggy day, but i like to pretend it is.

big pet peeve about walking in sevilla is the groups of friends who walk shoulder-to-shoulder and take up the entire sidewalk. i always get stuck behind them and am forced to stare at the party side of the ubiquitous european mullet:


herds of people--old and young alike--never move quickly. well, i guess mobs of people do move quickly at times, but it would have to involve a fire/shooting/celebrity sighting/filipino style buffet:


complete with karaoke in the background.

have you ever seen palabok served in a garbage bin?

d- for presentation (some points for creativity). a++ for quality and taste.

so, yeah. moral of this vent:
forget what albert camus said about friendship; if the sidewalk is narrow, please fall in line.

thanks,
- the mgmt.

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*fast lane meaning that half foot space between the edge of the curb and oncoming traffic