Marathon Man
I may have previously mentioned that I live right smack dab in the middle of downtown Warren, Ohio. I'm directly across the street from the city's ampitheater and the city shows movies there during the summer months. A few eclectic shops are close by, as is my favorite nightspot. I also live just a few steps away from the Trumbull County Courthouse, located in the (what else?) historic courthouse square. Home also to a beautiful little gazebo.
The gazebo has been one of my favorite little places in the city to just crash and pull out a good book. But I can't do that this week.
This week, while I sit at the bus stop (in front of the courthouse and near the gazebo) watching the chaperoned, shackled prisoners walk across the street from the courthouse to the jail, I get to hear the original good book being read aloud, rather loudly. Microphones, amplifiers, the whole lot. Nonstop.
Is that blood on my earlobe?
The gazebo has been one of my favorite little places in the city to just crash and pull out a good book. But I can't do that this week.
This week, while I sit at the bus stop (in front of the courthouse and near the gazebo) watching the chaperoned, shackled prisoners walk across the street from the courthouse to the jail, I get to hear the original good book being read aloud, rather loudly. Microphones, amplifiers, the whole lot. Nonstop.
Is that blood on my earlobe?
I wish those religious sickos would keep their perverted behaviors behind closed doors. Have they no decency?!?
When I was in college it was fun to get into scriptrue throw-downs with Mad Max, the resident street preacher. Now that they're on every corner at times, it's just boring.
Oh, and welcome back hoecake. It's been a long time.
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