What Time Is It?

On Sunday morning I was walking to the High Desert Market. I was stopped by a guy sitting on a rock ledge.
“Do you know what time it is”?
I said, “About 9”.
He said, “No, it is after 9”.

I thought, “Don’t ask me the question, if you already know the answer”.

Then he changed to beggar mode:
“Got any change”?
But he played the part without conviction.

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Vodka Purchase

I took a walk around the block this evening. The temperature was warmer then it has been lately.

I saw Aqualung sitting on the bus stop across the street from the Circle K. He appeared to be sober, believe it or not. I haven’t seen him since last fall.

Aqualung: “Hey Pops. Wanna buy some vodka?”
[I assume that I was to buy it and give it to him.]
Roger: No thanks, I don’t drink.

Roger: Where have you been?
Aqualung: Mexico
[It seems that the wall was keeping the wrong people out.]

Monsoons and Ditches

Last Monday we had a strong thunderstorm. After the rain storm, I wanted to see how much water was running in the ditch behind our house.

As I walked out of the house, I heard a voice saying, “Oh this is where you live”. It was Mark. I told him what I was checking to see how much water was running in the ditch. The water in the ditch was running only about 2 inches deep.

He said, “I’d like to sleep beside the ditch except that the bugs would eat me alive. And I would like to sleep with girls. I remember when the mosquitos were so bad that we had to go inside to get laid.”

He continued to reminisce. “The girls used to like me when I was younger. But that was when I had money, and I had all my teeth.”

I told him that he would be part of my next story.