graveyards, shoplifters, and back hair
December 2, 2006
Last Monday, Linda and I spent the day in the cemetery where my dad is buried. It was nice having somebody there, since I usually go by myself to take pictures and just generally unwind. I got to practice my photography, and came away with some really cool lack and white pictures.
I got kind of sad when we walked past the place where the young children were buried. The spot is called “Angel Land” and it is a resting place for infants…most who lived for only a few days, if that. I started thinking about how drastically different my life would be with a 3 year-old child. I know it was a boy, and that’s all I know. I didn’t name him. I didn’t see much of a point. The only thing I DID do to acknowledge it at all was get a tattoo on my arm with the date I lost him. All in all, that was a messy situation, and in a weird way I’m happy things happened the way they did. Of course, I have nothing to compare with the alternative, and I guess that’s a good thing.
I’m back to working at the department store, and things have gotten no less interesting. Last night, right before I was about to leave, I happened to look in one of the mirrors and catch a glimpse of a skinny little white kid stuffing something under his shirt. So…I tackled him. I held him down until the other guards got there and handcuffed the little brat, who was cussing up a storm by the time they came. But hey, that’s what you get for being a stupid kid. It was very satisfying, you know, throwing some goofy teenager to the floor. He had tried to steal a bottle of cologne. Give me a break…
There is a reason “cologne” rhymes with “alone.”
Oh, and in other news, I saw a sasquatch. Okay, not the actual Bigfoot. but there was a dude who walked through the jewelry department who had the hairiest back I have EVER seen in my life! His neck was shaved, but you could see this nest of nasty black hair poking out the collar of his t-shirt. I thought I was gonna hurl! But then, his wife was pretty disgusting, too.
I’m going to Hell.
