Memory.

july 2005

I have the word "sucker" tattooed on my forehead, and only small kids, cats, and square-headed dogs can see it.

Here, dogs are allowed on the bus. Yesterday a young woman got on with her gigantic pit bull. He must have known I was admiring him because he sat the whole time at the very end of his outstretched (tractor-width) leash, leaning on my leg and looking up at me lovingly.

His owner kept trying to pull him back toward her and he kept creeping over and leaning on my leg and sitting on my foot. Was he ever a big old goofball.

Big toothsome things seem to love me. I got such a kick out of that.