tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771186958138142162.post3831240893267568843..comments2023-07-29T08:50:48.778-07:00Comments on Cancerous Zeitgeist: Police Pick Up Hookers in Eureka-Doug Brunell (America's Favorite Son)http://www.blogger.com/profile/10216616964188376483noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771186958138142162.post-36429373218245457062009-07-17T23:08:40.306-07:002009-07-17T23:08:40.306-07:00I ran into a man masturbating near the bay once. ...I ran into a man masturbating near the bay once. Wonder if it was the same guy. Had I been quicker on my feet, I would've laughed and laughed. You should've done some kind of grotesque dance. And as for the disposal of johns, that's where Avalon gets its meat.-Doug Brunell (America's Favorite Son)https://www.blogger.com/profile/10216616964188376483noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771186958138142162.post-86404466539219954382009-07-17T19:34:13.321-07:002009-07-17T19:34:13.321-07:00before i became gainfully employed when i returned...before i became gainfully employed when i returned to humboldt county back in 2000, i spent a lot of time wandering around old town with my journal in hand, people watching and writing (and not fully enjoying the fact that i was unemployed and didn't really care all that much--something that comes real close to feeling like regret but since i don't do regrets, that can't be what it was). anyway, i would wander to the library a lot as well because i took to those windows facing the bay. i'd go sit at those windows and zone for hours, staring at the water. after one of my zoning expeditions, i was waiting for the bus when this guy approached me and propositioned me. i had my headphones on and i was reading a book so i immediately got irritated that i was being disturbed. after he left, i replayed the conversation and realized that the conversation was actually a proposition. why it didn't dawn on me immediately that an offer to "go somewhere" and "i have some money" was a proposition is beyond me. i think i was caught up in being irritated. when i got home, i opened up my journal and began to write all of the possible courses i could have taken with the guy; ie going and robbing him, going and killing him, going and being killed, going and winding up just talking...you get the idea. i was pretty broke at the time and had less regard for my personal well being than i have now. it was crazy to think that there is a market out there for someone in the package that is me--that prostitution could even remotely be an option for me. i considered carefully...not seriously, necessarily...but carefully. <br /><br />the other thing that happened near the library...i was wandering into town from the myrtle ave direction. i decided to check if the library was open on my way to old town. i can't remember what day of the week it was. anyhoo, i got to the door and realized it was closed. as i was walking away thru the parking lot, i turned around and there was a fella there sitting on the bench beatin off. i kept walking. i turned around again. he looked straight at me and continued with his business. if i had only had a camera!<br />i love this town.<br /><br />they ought to leave the hookers alone unless they're shankin johns and not disposing of the bodies properly.DRJhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08744717358763713429noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1771186958138142162.post-44418958967733577812009-07-17T02:04:45.969-07:002009-07-17T02:04:45.969-07:00No, no, I think it's pretty smart of them to w...No, no, I think it's pretty smart of them to walk the street in front of the Library. Think about it, people coming to restaurants bring dates with the purpose of playing doctor afterwards, while library rats are more likely to be confused where they have ummm a certain aching... Unless of course they read Boccaccio and the like...Tinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14659427903456414295noreply@blogger.com