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May 26, 2007
This city is too damned small.
Just a few minutes ago, I got myself dressed, ready for a nice day by the banks of the bayou. There's a festival going on today. It looks nice.
On my way, walking jauntily along, what do I see just a few feet ahead of me?
Now, I'm not proud to admit that since my meeting with him, I've sort of put of all of his attempts at meeting me again. Partially because I have been legitimately busy, but, ok, well....primarily because I just can't do it. Is that so wrong?
I've been nothing but evasively polite, and he seems to have gotten the message.
But I just can't be seeing him at all right now....certainly not with his cadre of friends.
So I turned right back around and went home. I just hope he didn't see me. Thank God I was alert, but what sucks is that my whole day is now ruined. argh.
Update: Carlos and Marshall (with Lloyd) found themselves at my doorway, just a few minutes after I posted this. I figured I'd venture out again....this time with a hat and glasses and a few friends to hide behind if need be. It seemed to have worked. I saw him a few time again, but I think I managed to disappear. One close call however. All in all, the fest turned out nice.