whelp mister ate two half a rolls of toilet paper and declined his dinner and breakfast but he did poop and ate his fruit treats. he was a little spacey and walked a measured distance slowly behind me and when i looked back he smiled or was smiling. there was a cop in harold park and then he cruised by slowly and then another cop or the same came slowly cruising back the other way but it clearly wasn't psychocop and anyway i was slowly walk-texting myself about this strange live and let die country and mister was at my heels. my slogan is it could be worse—i made that one up.