after a full night ((okay, three hours)) of paper writing, i didn't mind going to jupiter house dressed as a hobo, complete with bedhead and scruffy worn out bar sweatshirt with no hood or front pocket. do they even make those anymore? i mean, unless it has a sunset with "yellowstone national park" embroidery? the only thing missing were stonewashed levis with tapered legs.

whatever.

i stepped outside jupiter house for my mid-writing smoke and was approached by a local television reporter. she asked if i would be willing to state some opinions on camera for her.

reporterx said:

what is your opinion on the christmas lights on the square?

mengtar said:

seriously? this is news? i'm for 'em.

reporterx said:

umm... is there someone else we can talk to?


((don't approach hobo-mengtar with questions other than "how many shots of espresso?" before eleven))