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i watched ‘west side story’ the other day.

i hadn’t watched the film in quite a while, but there’s really nothing more beautiful than pretending that a couple of gangs from new york city can be such beautiful dancers and singers. the combination of twists and twirls and threats and punches makes for quite an experience. i sat there the whole time laughing and grinning. i wasn’t in any mood to laugh or grin neither.

life here seems to keep plodding along like it always does. i wake up in the morning, head off to the coffee shop where i talk to the waitress for a bit about nothing of import and then head off to work. the coffee there is excellent. they use crushed ice. crushed ice should be used the world over because it makes any drink that much better. there are the little bits of ice that crawl into your mouth as you’re sipping along and then the bigger chunks that you can chomp on at the end.

then it’s off to work. mcc bought a new motorcycle and it’s quite a nice piece of work. i zip along. it roars like a frustrated adolescent. angst.

then there’s work.

then lunch at the same coffee shop where i have a plate of tuna and a fried egg with some sauce that is somewhat similar to tomato sauce. i eat it all with a piece of bread, a leftover of french colonialism. i don’t know if all of the suffering and the hundreds of thousands of dead people even out the benefit of having french bread. one would think there would be easier ways of introducing french bread to a culture.

then there’s work.

i then drive home, change and play basketball (if it’s not raining). first we warm up. after warming up and generally joking around with everyone, we play. it’s the old men who play first as the youngsters watch from the sides. everyone’s eager to play. everyone eventually gets in.

then there’s supper. that always depends.

then i fall asleep under a mosquito net that’s been torn to shreds by the dog who likes to fight with it. i don’t have a mosquito problem because i keep my door shut during the day. if i wouldn’t, i’d be bitten to shreds by morning.

then i sleep.