The last time I graced the Village Idiot’s presence, I showed up barefoot, requesting an unnecessary glass of wine (which I was not granted.)
This time I was slightly more in my right mind, with my good friend Jebbediah. We needed bloody marys and some good pub food. Stat.
Thankfully this place wasn’t as balls to the wall crowded as it normally is. We were able to relax, it was a lovely bit of afternoon.
In other news, I’m proud to report our apartment building’s pool has just been condemned by the City of Los Angeles!
Our building has never been the looker on the block (perhaps, more of a hooker) but there were pleasant attributes and it obviously wasn’t a complete slum if I’ve been here 11 years!
Once we changed pool guys, we noticed a gradual growth of algae until the water became the consistency of a Wheat Grass Smoothie!
One morning I was awoken to see some mysterious character shaking what appeared to be COMET in our pool.
The morning before this lovely sign was posted on our pool’s gate (aka, Swamp Thing’s home), I found myself gazing into the ominous, murky depths.
A wave of meloncholy began to pour over me as I feared my summer of pool lounging would now be replaced by me being treated for Malaria, caused by the new mosquito family about to move in.