Lucky Look

It's so shocking i don't know how to start to put it in words. I wake up every day thinking i'm somewhere else, everything is normal, everything is like it was 27 years ago. But then minute by minute i start catching up with reality. I remember where i've been last night, what happened, why there is an unfinished fb post on my computer, then i start to get mad and try to figure next to whom i sat last night at the casino and sho is her Japanese counterpart. But this time i was kinda desperate, i thought it's impossible, especially when i saw her in a picture next to what appeared to be a couple of happy naturalized Chinese Americans figuring her parents, couldn't find her on list at her age, an hour have passed, Thursday garbage tanks came and started to shake the building then i saw her on a page next to someone else. It was a lucky lock.

11 tears older. It made sense when i remembered what i saw last night. It made sense when you look at her body and face and wrinkles on the neck. Retired in Japan, blooming in the US, going back to Japan to compete, coming for one night in Oregon, etc.. What a life. Then the tedious task of aligning, it was already hot when i finished. Reaction. People are usually skeptics to truth when they are addicted to crazy ideas.

Wrapped it up in a post, heated something to eat, got outside, still sleepy, still groggy, here comes this Japanese man with a dog, right from around the garges (one of three garage buildings surrounding this one, that at the alley.

I went the other way to picture the sign at the door through the window, then i kinda looked for poos on my way out. However her comes this sexy young white woman i couldn't see her face because of trees. Waited, went in the poo area, i could feel a smell, didn't find anything, went down to the alley to see the other poo area, nothing in there, but from around the corner here he is, the same Japanese guy with the dog, stopped in the smoke area next to the other garage. He looked at me with pity in his eyes.

How many people and cars got in my way until i got at the hospital parking lot and beyond, in the street where they keep digging and fixing things that were not broken? There was this tall fat young white man with the green t-shirt following me. One more woman in short shorts with thick thighs at the other mailbox, next to a van with a couple of Japanese people watching the scene, guarding her. The garbage truck coming from the alley at the hospital, in the same place where i encounter heavy trucks putting out exhaust and smoke. The woman that followed me for 10 minutes. The three guys with badges among them a celebrity woman (they all looked a bit wasted from the parties they live they live their whole life in). 

But then on Borland. The drilled and cut the concrete at all corners in all intersection to put new corners and concrete. Never saw there was anything wrong with those. Today two guys stopped the traffic to make way for a huge truck that was letting out dust exactly when i passed. That and all the other dust i gathered from the 3 miles walk  (mostly invisible) stuck on my eyes and throat. Next time when i'm gonna eat, i'm gonna have another dysphagia episode.

It was after i took these two videos and one more that i ran out of battery (already bypassed low battery setting) and could not film the excavator again making dust at the end of the street (or where i leave Borland), the guys who where shooting nails in two different houses, other scenes. One thing is sure. Got to get used to take videos and talk in the same time cause this is what i'm gonna do from now on, only to prove that i basically live on a scene like settings, with actors and xtras from Japan and Hungary. The whole city of Tualatin, probably the whole Washington county and when needed, larger Portland itself. And since everything is visible and leaked on the internet either on street cameras or private, why can't i do it myself. They want to be stars, let them be.