I, once or twice, asked this girl who worked at the coffee shop if she would like a banana. She looked at me as if I had tried to poison her. "No, thanks," she said, "I only eat organic. Those bananas are full or formaldehyde."

A little formaldehyde, a little aspartame; it's all good for the AMA.

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I try to kill the sound of the pounding hammer next door with Green Day. Can "Jesus of Suburbia" knock out the sound of a man pounding a new floor into the ground?

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Old dog Javi indicated that a visit to the outside was required. On the way to the rear section of the complex, we ran into one of our neighbors. I've had kind of a hot cold relationship with this lady and her husband(or are they living in sin?) This morning, she seemed to be in a good mood, and so was I, so we chatted for a bit about all the cars that had suddenly showed up, once again, in our small parking lot. Complex management had recently wiped out most of the excess cars by sending in a tow truck to haul off the cars who did not demonstrate a small blue sticker in one of their windows. My neighbor seemed to think that the new cars clogging our lot did not belong to college kids showing up to hit the bong and suck brewskies with buddies, but that a movie production team, that was headquartered several blocks down the street had sent some of its troops in for some free parking, for the night. Parking in the neighborhood can be an awful chore. Most of the huge and expensive houses that abound, didn't come with driveways or garages, so all the rich have to fight it out to park on the street. When the movie company shows up to make use of all the fine houses as backdrops in their films, the situation gets worse. My neighbor related how her and her man recently got booted, over in another neighborhood, and had to hand some mean looking stranger fifty bucks to get the boot off of their car. She joked that she was thinking about buying a boot, and booting the cars in the complex that didn't belong here, and then demanding fifty bucks when the owners showed back up. It sounds like a great part-time job opportunity to me. I've learned from past experience with her, that she is a bit of a scrapper, so she ought to do alright in such an endeavor. Trust me, though, that people will not be happy to see her, even though she holds the key to their car's freedom.