– Two men slept on a faded yellow mattress in the breezeway of a shopping center on 17th Avenue.
– A homeless man, who swore I spoke Spanish followed me a bit of a distance from 16th Avenue to 12th, shrieking. I stopped and glared at him. He stopped, stared, and continued rattling off in Spanish.
– An old Ricky Martin song could be heard from the closed metal screens of the dollar store. When I passed it again a half hour later they were playing Reggaeton. (impromptu party?)
– More drug deals and prostitutes going around the neighborhood than I care to remember. Why to prostitutes always ask for a cigarette?
– this week: work, no exercise (alas!), Coors nonalcoholic
