I was walking to the bus stop on Grand from my house. A man riding a red bicycle was heading towards my house (west). I waved and said hi. I don’t know him, but I”m friendly like that sometimes. He eventually turned around and rode back the way I was (east) and pulled his red bike over. This dude said he knew me from Sts. Peter and Paul. Um, I don’t recognize him or know him, so I said when. He said dinner. Um, no. I didn’t say no though. I asked him where he lives. He said south county. I live in south city. Soulard, where Sts. Peter and Paul church is (which is a free meal provider) is very far from south city! Soulard is almost downtown, very far from southside. Anyway, I think he was lying about living in south county. I just do. Anyway, I think his name was Darren or something like that because he asked my name. IDK.
Then, I had to stop and rest for a while (I have physical health problems and chronic pain) before I got to the bus stop. I sat there for IDK how long as my phone was stolen December 20th and I don’t own a watch. I was reading a journal of mine and adding notes sometimes and thinking, at times, what a dipshit I am or how naive I am or something. Hindsight is 20/20.
I get to the bus stop @ Grand & Delor, going northbound for the 70 bus. Um, here comes homeless prostitute Ann, who lived with Vincent C. in a vaco (vacant, abandoned building) in Soulard and I guess, from her telling me & I didn’t ask, she was his live in girlfriend who bought him beer and cigarettes. OK. I had no idea they even lived together at all. I had no idea they had sex. I didn’t know anything! Wow. This was going on while he was trying to pull me and professing his love to ME! Oy vey.