Wanna make you smile
I woke up very gloomy and angry. I didn’t sleep well. Now I’m just going to be paranoid for a while.
But in the middle of all that, I bear a Fres-nasty story, one that makes me think of how much personality Fresnans seem to have, in their misguided ways.
It’s finally pretty chilly here. My house was a balmy 60 degrees today, in the middle of the day, with the sun shining. I was freezing and my mood was further deteriorated by wooden-block hands.
As I was driving today, I saw what is the finest example of Fresno.
A young guy was walking down the street with his girlfriend. Shirtless. His undoubtedly plain white t-shirt, perhaps even a wife beater, was stuck in the back of his pants.
And I squinted to see if maybe he was just proud of his body.
Nope. Had a potbelly. He was strutting down the sidewalk like he owned the world, absolutely shirtless and might I say, extremely pale.
I hope his girlfriend was impressed. I sure wasn’t. Not when it’s cold enough to finally turn the heat on in my house.
Fres-nasty.
