i'm a detective.

or a private investigator. (unlicensed of course).

anybody remember ray? the homeless guy who utilised the patio on several occasions as his own personal bar? drinking sweet vermouth? and vodka? and wine? always straight out of the bottle. maybe you remember him as donald? or cheeto? or the guy who smoked in the bathroom? and even after all these offenses AND several arrests on our property, he kept coming back? because he did not remember any of the previous times? sound familiar? ANYWAYS. i was just browsing MIPSOR the other day (as andy taught me i should do regularly to see if there are any new offenders who are ALSO regulars). and guess who i saw??? good ol' donald raymond paliza! turns out he is a NON-COMPLIANT sexual offender (as well as a general offender to society). attempted criminal sexual conduct-3rd degree (force or coercion). that's a bad one.

still haven't seen richard in a while... i am starting to get nervous again. looks like i will have to dig a little deeper. although after having searched the obits thoroughly, i feel confident that he is not deceased; rather, i think the inclement weather is taking a toll on his social life. le sigh. mine too. anyways, should richard not reappear by the end of this week...i am going to have sweet b call up avalon housing to check on him. maybe check on meth lady too (see top left picture in link above). should probably figure out her name first though...

on a separate note... I LOVE LISA FROM REPUBLIC PARKING GARAGE ON MAYNARD. she is the nicest older lady still working a service industry job that i have ever met. she always calls me dear or sweetie. and tells me to have a good day. and i think she means it. it is like she knows that i wake up at the ass crack of dawn to serve coffee and she feels for me. she has a special spot in her heart for fellow service industry workers. the downtrodden. the forgotten. she is like a doting aunt. who probably has a pack a day habit based on that voice and the pucker wrinkles, but hey, what woman who spent her life serving other people wouldn't?? keep it up lisa, and i'll keep coming to your exit line. come to think of it, why don't you put a tip jar out there...i'll treat you right.

and finally, a wafflehouse update. i miss her fur. i don't think she does anymore. she may have finally gotten used to those bare patches and the strange stubble... but i have not. seeing pictures of her fully furred makes my heart weep for her (our) loss. but, fear not, i have a plan. i am slowly introducing her to new food. that contains NONE of the ingredients her old food (that was previously the ONLY THING ON THIS PLANET THAT SHE WOULD EAT) did. so HOPEFULLY this food will not cause allergies, which will then not entice her to chew her own skin, which will then allow me to stop giving her steroid shots, which will THEN stop stunting her fur growth cycles. it shall be a long journey, but she shan't travel it alone.