i told hil today as we were going down the front hallway stairs, don't worry, i got yer camera, and ha ha, i mean i got yer ball, ha ha, yer camera! 
after that i went to the liberry and got a film about triplets who didn't know each other until later on, and on the way to hole foods i saw a good humor truck, those trucks always look decrepit and the drivers grizzly and sort of demented, and that music is spooky, and on the back the bumper paint was peeled of and somebody wrote GACY, and i thought of what if gacy wasn't really locked up or i guess dead but was actually a good humor man on the south side of chicago. i didn't see anybody inside but maybe he was napping in the back, or eating somebody's head with sprinkles and cherry syrup.