Executive Order

This was a challenge. I'm not still thinking about it. This week I'm a doer, not a thinker.

I love hearing what other people say. It's "fun" for me to listen in to other's conversations. It seems like when you Have to, no one is talking anymore.
I over heard a couple conversations, one was boring, one was entertaining and annoying at the same time.

1> In class Tuesday in January, I didn't write down the date...maybe the 31st? 2:45 pm.
"okay, are you gonna be there at like-----4:30?-----Okay, I'll call you then"

2> Around the corner from my house. 2.2.06 11:24 pm
I see a few girls, ones on the phone, I go stand with them (weird, but not in this circumstance)
There makin a movie here yo
I can’t just hop over the wall
Alright
(hangs up)
I wanna meet him so bad yo
Did you get his autograph?
For real? Any ya’ll gotta pen?
Hey, anyone gotta pen?
Light guy walks over and turns out light
Are you the producer?
Producers don’t’ turn lights off
Oh.
Im the light guy.
Oh, so how much you getting paid for this?
M I l l io n s
No shit ,lemme shake your hand, I wanna shake a millionaire’s hand’
im talking to a millionaire over here
Kisses his hand
You smell that good hotel soap?
Will he give autographs?
I don’t, it depends on how he feels, it’s been a long week….He was giving some in Kensington.
Your in Kensington.
Oh, really…I wouldn’t know, Im from LA
My daddy’s from LA, I don’t know where, I don’t know ‘im.
He starts to walk away.
Millionaire, don’t forget me “*******”
She said her whole name and address including zip code
I can't remember that part, although the conversation echoed in my head until I got home to write it down. I think I remembered most of it exact.

I put myself here on my walk

higher grounds. 631 north 3rd street.

I used to write a lot. Instead of talking to people, especially when I'm pissed off, I wrote it down in a book. I also kept a book with me and wrote poems or songs, draw pictures, whatever, in it. I've kept several of these books and thrown several away. I throw them away when I read them and become disgusted with who I am. This particular book, does disgust me, but when I read it, I find myself feeling a lot of the same feelings, as if I haven't evolved in ten years.

I know, I suck at digital photography.

I took several pages of the book and rewrote them into a new book. I didn't change anything. I wouldn't have minded leaving the original, but my friend advised me it would be a big mistake. Why am I listening, I really don't know. Anyway, I took the book and left it here at this coffee shop. I wrote on the first page something about read it...leave it...write in it.

I hope noone I know read's it, and I hope a stranger writes in it. I'll go back and check on it in a month or so.