don’t be a jerk

I’ve been packing all week for the big move. I hate moving - I’ve said this before, but the new place and new roommate appear very promising, and it will all be over and done with very soon. There will be no Propergander show this Fall, as 8 Samurai has been cancelled. I haven’t smoked in over a week and hadn’t really thought about it until today (now if I could only cut down on my drinking…) I’ve been going to Tai Chi classes (of all things) non-stop for the past month. It’s all very interesting. I could write quite a bit about all of it.
 
Instead I will write about this:
 
This past weekend, I was changing the oil in my bike behind my apartment next to the trash cans. I hear this buzzing coming from a crack in one of the trash cans so I push it. This widens the crack just enough for a fly to crawl out of it and immediately get stuck. Seriously a one in a hundred chance type of occurrence. There is a line of ants coming out of this crack in the trash can and eventually they discover and start attacking the trapped fly. It was so nature-documentary fascinating. Nostalgic, even, in a way. This is the type of stuff that kept me entertained growing up in desert in Bakersfield. I watched and watched animal behavior as ants gradually communicated attack patterns to each other and as the fly futilely tried to get away.
 
I finished changing the oil in my bike and went inside to clean up. Later I remembered the fly and went back out to check on it. By this point it was covered by an impossibly thick layer of swarming ants and was buzzing weakly and desperately as it died a slow, horrible death.
 
I went back inside, crawled into bed and screamed into my pillow for about half and hour. Of all things, it sure didn’t make me feel nostalgic anymore. The rest of my weekend was pretty cool otherwise.