My Manifesto: The Incoherent Ramblings of a Madman

There was this guy who was sitting in the mall the other week having breakfast at one of the cafes alone. Within ten minutes he had another, possibly a friend, possibly a new acquaintance. He/they were doing the morning crossword puzzle in the paper. By the time I was done with my breakfast there were around 3 or 4 in the group.

They were asking every passerby if they could help fill in the blanks. It seemed like most fun, it reminded me of a sort of up-market twist on the yelling out drunken incoherent babble at random people. It was in good fun but the suits pretty much told this dude to fuck off.

Some people are pricks.

Every Sunday evening the Church nearby has a choir singing loudly echoing through the city. Today we have bongo drums in the park in competition with the hymns. It comes off similar to an evangelical battle of Christianity vs pagan tradition or some form of an African neo-christian faith movement if we were to melt the two.

The drums of death are winning ferociously.

My calf muscles are sore. I think, come sun-down, or even late afternoon, I'll be doing some form of light exercise for recovery. The alternative would be a massage - any takers? I thought as much.