I would stand and look out over the roofs of Paris and think, "Do not worry. You have always written before and you will write now. All you have to do is write one true sentence. Write the truest sentence that you know."
- Ernest Hemingway

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2010/04/22: Today after class I caught 4 officers putting cuffs on a panhandler in the ‘ol Circle K parking lot off Speedway and 6th. This is an efficient use of public resource, it obviously takes multiple police cruisers and a safari van to handle a single, broken down old man. For shame, Tucson PD; duke will end up either back on the streets or incarcerated. I’m wondering how exactly giving a homeless man hots and a cot - even if it's only for an evening - is punishment.

En route I sat nearby a Vietnam vet with a bunny in a Trader Joe’s bag. Hunched over with scoliosis stage 2000, he was as knotted and gnarled as the walking stick that lay at his feet. He passed out a couple times, neighbors looked concerned that duke might miss his stop but not enough to smell his haggard whispers close up.

THIS IS my proposal. We can make chicken taste like an orange; imagine the recipes sous chefs can come up with for the long pig. Let us feast on repeat offenders; your rapists, overly enthusiastic vegetarians and environmentalists, the elderly, people that key cars, celebrities, children that misbehave, bad drivers, Mac users, most police, religious zealots, wannabe thugs, meatheads, and hippies. Y'know, all the people that make up the bottom rungs on the world's douchebag ladder. It'd fix so many problems. See if the billion folks on the planet going hungry tonight wouldn't love to chow on some tender, tender JustinBieber/Degrizzy meat, slathered in McRib sauce. Or some jerky from the senior citizen's home.

High of 85 yesterday, 50 excluding wind chill today. Lumalagnat ako nanaman.

2010/04/26: I'm more engrossed by it being TurtleBush's birthday than the work I'm gonna have to do to close out the semester. I told the Dom that I never came back to Tucson after spring break, that week back home was in so many ways detrimental to the scholastic grooves I'd laid down and ridden since this past August. 11 pages to grind out tonight, going home for Mother's Day weekend is tossing wrenches into my 3-speed academic gearbox before the final exams and presentations that are up in mid-May.

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