Leftovers.

I haven't posted an installment of GuakTalk in four or five days now. I just haven't had much on my mind that I could write a substantial amount for a blog entry, or that I really don't want to make public. So here's some odds and ends...

It seems Imodium causes constipation. In my world wide web log entry ("Ain't that some shit!") I mentioned that for a few days I had a stomach cramp and an inability to go...you know. According to my medical advisor, it was probably because, due to a stomach virus I had the day before, I popped two tablets of Imodium because I was going to an all-day party and I didn't want an emergency pertaining to a fecal matter. Imodium should only be taken when one's bowels have run amok and not to prevent said activity from happening with a preemptive strike. Good to know!

Speaking of shit, last night I had a passenger whom I had picked up from Mercy Hospital on a taxi pass and drove to the Oxford Street Shelter. And hot crackers did this guy reek of shit! The smell was literally gagging me, and I had to roll the windows down. I immediately checked the seat for stains as soon as the vagrant exited Black Betty. Luckily, there was nary a smear to be found.

Last night I also drove a fellow hack home. Congress Street between Preble and Elm Streets was blocked off, along with Preble between Cumberland and Congress. The fellow wondered aloud what could be the reason and theorized that "maybe a nigger finally shot another nigger." Very classy, sir. Turns out it wasn't black-on-black violence but a gas leak. Go figure.

Yep, I'm still smoking a whole fucking lot.

As I've mentioned in previous posts, I've been trying the online dating thing. The site that I mostly use suggests women that I may be interested in. Lately their picks have been ladies that live in the Boston area, despite me specifically stating that I am looking for someone close to me. I suppose "close" is subjective, but, Jesus, how is someone a two hour drive away considered all that close? Have I already exhausted all the possible women in the greater Portland area? Bullshit.

Speaking of online dating, I received an anonymous blog comment the other day from someone stating that one of the ladies I've met up with online is not as single as she said she is, and then I was advised to "watch myself." This comment intrigued me, mostly because while there have been a number of women that I have met and communicated with online, I have only been on five dates with three different people, the last one having taken place almost a month ago. I asked this person to email me and elaborate, out of curiosity more than anything else. Still no response.

I listen to a lot of radio when I am driving. If there's at least one thing I've noticed is that WCYY DJ Mark Curdo must be in love with his own voice because that fucking guy never shuts up. Give it a rest already, jockey, and just play the damn songs.

That's all I got. Be excellent to each other.