Ramblings

Tonight as I sat on my balcony and enjoyed an evening without rain, I actually heard a man who could only be described as having a conversation with his many personalities. It was quite a complex conversation about how the other personalities didn't care about him and then how they defended themselves. I felt sad for him, but it is an unfortunate reality here in Venice. We have a "yeller" that frequents our alley whom I have not seen or heard in quite a while. He also talks to himself. He thinks the CIA is after him and they broadcast it through TV antennas. Hell, at least when this new guy climbed into the dumpster during an argument with himself he pulled out an old milk carton and peed into it instead of peeing in the carport. That has to say something good about him right?