Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Depressed tonight. Couldn't even listen to music, always a sign. Did an hour of laps at the north end pool after supper. Had to share the laps lane with Silver Surfer, the worst of the elite laps swimmers. Two rotten little kids probably in the ten-year-old category kept splashing water at me. One of them said if I gave him a dollar he would stop splashing me. I gave him my best Clint Eastwood squint and said, "I don't make deals with punks." They continued to splash me but at a greater distance. Why do I always attract the dregs of society?