last night, i had to stop and get a book for work at barnes and noble. i decided a tasty coffee treat was in order, and was waiting in line behind a bunch of stout cheerleaders. someone was in line behind me, but i opted not to examine them, because most people make me violently ill. the group of short-legged pep monkeys were taking their sweet fucking time ordering various concoctions and purchasing books for school they easily could have found at a library or used-book store (huck fucking finn? new?). when they finally finished and moved on the person behind me dropped a bunch of change. i stepped out of the way and it was the least-convincing transvestite ever bent over retrieving his/her coinage with massive meathooks and navy-ish tats up his/her arms. while i didn’t take a lot of time to investigate, what stood out was the aforementioned paddle-like hands, the bandy-legged squatness, and a hairdo reminiscent in style, quantity and quality to that of one Buffalo Bill, from Silence of the Lambs. The Lambs resemblance caused me some alarm, though i don’t think I’m Buffalo Bill’s type.

Later, while at the Jack in the Box acquiring delicious poisonous food (DEEP FRIED MACARONI IS A BAD IDEA) I was discussing with Des how I would love to just go on a killing rampage, or perhaps inject people unknowingly with foreign substances. I was describing what i’d say when captured when I caught a glimpse of the guy waiting behind us…his face was locked in a rictus smile, barely held on. he seemed ready to yell at me, or run away, or something. I kept an eye on him through my sunglasses but continued my discussion. he retrieved his culinary nightmare and retreated to a booth.
none of that means much. in the car, we listened to the Cramps.

The Cramps
Off the Bone
I Can’t Hardly Stand It(youtube, just the song)

Well, the sun’s gone down
And you’re uptown
And you’re just out runnin’ around

I can’t hardly stand it
You’re troublin’ me
I can’t hardly stand
It just can’t be
Well, you don’t know, a-babe I love you so
You got me all tore up, all tore up

You say you’re through with me
You’re settin’ me free
You’re just out with your used-to-be

I can’t hardly stand it
You’re troublin’ me
I can’t hardly stand
It just can’t be

Well, you don’t know, a-babe I love you so
You got me all tore up, all tore up

Well, my spirit’s low
I love (–miss–) you so
I stand alone and watch you go

I can’t hardly stand it
You’re troublin’ me
I can’t hardly stand
It just can’t be
Well, you don’t know, a-babe I love you so
You got me all tore up, all tore up

Well, now that you are gone
And I’m alone
All I do is sit and moan

I can’t hardly stand it
You’re troublin’ me
I can’t hardly stand
It just can’t be

Well, you don’t know, a-babe I love you so
You got me all tore up, all tore up
Baby, all tore up
Baby, all tore up
All tore up…