While working on my deadline looming project (Friday), I remembered a place along the Miami River that would be ripe for some of what I needed, StoneAge Antiques. There is so much here you could spend the entire day and not see it all! I decided to try my camera celphone.

Lat night, gawd, what a nut job! I was leaving my friend Paul’s apt. when his neighbor standing at the end of the walkway but on the sidewalk says to me, “What’s your fucking problem? You have a fucking problem?” I knew she was crazy, having keyed Paul’s car because she didn’t like where he parked on the public street. I turned and started walking back to Paul’s apt. when she leaps up the steps and starts running after me. I dashed into Paul’s apt and laughing said to call the police. Then, she restarts the cursing the kicks in Paul’s front door. 911 and the cops are there in a couple minutes. She hides inside her apt. with her male friend who was yelling at her to get inside. They turn off the light and peek out at us talking to the cops. Paul will has been wanting to get her doing something crazy. We think she’s a coke head but, drugs and alcohol is a nasty mix. Next is the warrant. Wild ending to my evening.