a gun

Hello again. Sorry i have been away. i have been busy, or at least busier than i was previously. My new job is still delightful, it is fun and interesting, in a nerdy sort of way. Some funny things have happened so far, but they all involve either computer nerd humor, accountant humor, or both. Such things as this woman who adamantly thought she could add a salesperson id to a purchase order entry, i know pretty ridiculous, how can people be that dumb, err maybe you had to be there. But anyway i am still getting into a rhythm, and not surprisingly after sitting in front of a computer monitor for 8 hours i have some difficulty sitting in front of a computer once i get home. i am also starting to formalize plans to move within the next 2 months, i've been a tanguy(a French term for a twentysomething child that still lives at home, it comes from a hilarious French film about a 28 year old son who still lives at home with his parents and his parents want him to move out so they begin messing with him miserable and force him to move out) for long enough, and Wauwatosa is a wee bit boring, i'm looking for places in Bayview. i also turned a quarter century recently, surprisingly, or actually not surprisingly, all of my female friends remembered, and none of my male friends did, but that has been a tradition for years. i also recently saw zach galifianakis for the seconds time in a few months, he was hilarious again, and has easily become my favorite comedian. This time i went to see him at the Barrymore in Madison, here are some jokes i wrote down from the opening comedian, i didn't catch his name, and i only saw the last 5 minutes of his set~
~a condom is really just a stain protector~
~i'm so skinny i receive 30 cents a day from a family in Africa
here are some from zach~
~i want to jihad your vagina~
~Rahmaddah makes me horny~
~a maternity store called, "We're Fucked"~
~a deaf person signing, "talk to the hand"~
in hindsight i realize these jokes aren't as funny written out, i think you had to be there.
The ride home though wasn't as funny cause it was extremely foggy and wet, kinda dangerous yet beautiful. While driving i frequently wanted to stop and take some pictures because of the dense fog and sporadic lights from the few other cars out on the road, but i was more eager to get home safely. Once i got back to tosa and got off the freeway i decided to drive around a bit and maybe take some pictures of the night,the lights, and the fog. i headed down north 109th st past the new Mo's Irish Pub, i got to the intersection 2 blocks north of Mo's on Bluemound rd., i parked and got out and took a few pictures. Suddenly, the door to this nearby building flew open, the buildings bottom half was commercial and the top half residential, this guy ran out, and ran up to me yelling
Him ~ "What the Fuck are you doing? What the Fuck are you taking pictures of?"
me ~ nothing.
Him ~ "I'll say it again, what the Fuck are you taking pictures of?"
me ~ Dude, nothing i'm just taking pictures of the fog and lights at night.
Him ~ He pulls a gun from the back of his pants and points it at me. "Fuck you. Who the Fuck are you? And what are you taking pictures of?
me ~ my head goes down immediately as i try not to look at him and be as submissive as possible, i try to again explain that i am not taking pictures of his building or him or anything, i am just taking pictures of the suburbs at night when it's very foggy
Him ~ He is still surprisingly angry, still dropping numerous f-bombs, and still doesn't believe me. He seems convinced that i am with some enemy of his and i am taking photos of his property for either this enemy or for the police, whatever it is the guy is pretty spooked by me standing in the street taking pictures.
me ~ i show him some of the pictures i took, and try to calm him down, and explain that i don't know who he is or what he does or what he is into. (in hindsight i wish i would have taken a picture or asked to take a picture of him pointing the gun or just holding it, it probably wouldn't have been a smart idea, but it would have been a good picture)
Him ~ He slowly begins to believe me, he tells me to get the Fuck out of here, and don't ever come back.
me ~ i briskly walk to my car and leave. i am done taking pictures for the night.