whatever

one of my very good friends
is moving to NYC on thursday

booFUCKINGhoo.

she's getting rid of some shit
including a bookcase
that i agreed to take off of her hands
three weeks ago.

yeah, we'll get it tonight
turned into tomorrow
turned into next weekend
turned into saturday.

so saturday the boy tutors
little tupacs
until noon.
i have a meeting from 12:15 to 1:15
and i have to be at
the restaurant at 3:00

so, for you math majors,
that leaves 1.5ish hours
to get the bookcase,
take a shower and leave for work.

she lives 2.5 blocks away.

i told the boy we'd run
down there and

carry it

back home

together

2.5 blocks, right... what the fuck.

umm... ya. did i mention that
the bookcase is eight feet high
and 1.5 of those blocks are up hill?

the good news is that we
fit right in with the junkies.
carrying our FUCKING BOOKCASE
through the city

the boy was rolling his eyes everytime
i had to stop and rest.
we fought.
and fought...

fuck him, he had THREE WEEKS
to think of a better idea.