"There's a blind dog tied to a pole and some kids are throwing rocks at it," my daughter said as I carved away at my bunion. I walked barefoot down to the corner and chased the little boy home. The dog was not blind. One of his eyes was white and the other was brown. I pet him for a while and asked him if he needed water. He had a spot of shade on the grass and appeared to be ok considering his owner had left him tied to a pole with no sign of returning. I talked to the dog for a bit wondering what I should do. Just then, a blonde woman inside of a parked camper looked out the window half-clothed and said, "He doesn't bite." I told her to keep a better eye on her dog because kids were abusing him. Neal told me later that the woman finally left as a half-naked man watched her untie the dog. Later that evening he sat outside my kitchen window (the man, not Neal) in a beige camaro and masturbated. The license plate number to the camper is 609 DUI. I jotted it down this morning after walking Asia to her bus stop. It has not moved since the dog incident a few days ago. This is not the winnebago from before. Regardless, it is a recreational vehicle like all the others. A fuck-mobile. I have told Asia to steer clear of it and to run like hell if the man ever approaches her. Run like hell if any man approaches you.
             I was much younger than Asia when I first saw a man masturbate in his vehicle. Actually, it was a cab. Parked outside of Johnny's Bar. I was waiting for my mom to come out when the cab driver called me over to "see something". When I got near the car door he had his hand wrapped around his penis and white stuff was oozing out. I walked away and stood on the other side of the bar. My mom came out after awhile and we got in the cab and went home.
             I have started my period. I am not bloated like usual. I am wearing my last pair of clean panties. If I wore tampons I could wear boxers. I think. I have never purchased a tampon and I'm not sure how they work. I would rather pin down a dirty old sock. I cannot imagine walking around for days with a tube up my yoni. If this were practical I wouldn't have to wear panties at all. I hate panties. I have lots of boxers I have acquired over the years and I prefer them. Drawers are ok. Big gramma drawers. They are quite like bloomers. Bloomers were my favorite as a little girl. I wore them all the time. I also wore sun-suits that were kinda like bloomers but covered the whole torso and tied on top of the shoulders. I loved these and had lots of them. The butts were worn and stained but I didn't mind. I'd wear them until the strings would start to cut into my shoulders or pop altogether. Sometimes I'd even wear them stringless if they were tight enough around the chest to stay up on their own.