21 hours ago
Sunday, August 20, 2006
The Bathroom Reader...A Typewriter Story
So Chris has this old typewriter, and his powerbook is in a federal postal service compound in Seattle (long story). So he decided to type a letter, a letter to me, intended to be a bathroom reader. I know this explanation is not sufficient, but it is the best that I can do for now. So he was typing a letter, a bathroom reader, and Christine kicked him out of the apartment, because it was annoying. So he went to a coffee shop, and strangers confronted him conversing about typewriter ribbons. At one point he even fascinated a little girl. She didn't know what the instrument was. She remarked, "It's like a computer, but you get the results right away."
So the coffee shop closed, and Christopher went to a bar, but after ordering a beer and continuing his typing, the bartender asked him to stop. He was disturbing the customers. With his typewriter.
I love you Christopher... Your uniqueness is grand.
at 11:55 PM