the bad karma has come to roost. Playing with being a head-turner during the daylight means that cars slow down to stare when I'm at the 4th and Sutro bus stop at 3am. I actually had to tell an extra obnoxious one that I am not in the habit of speaking with creepy old men and that he should move on. Blech.
I am occassionally uncomfortable with lethal force, which is why I don't carry, although I've been licensed to. I do, however, believe it's time to replace the sabre red that was donated at the airport.
I hate that slimy creeped
out feeling I've got going on right now.
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