Pete With The Meat is coming in tonight with his gal, Sal. Actually, I think he said Joan. He did say she's nice, I'm not sure what that means, he is a fetish photographer and deals with people into some very strange fetishes. Balloons for instance. There is a group that gets the thrill of their lifetime from balloons and popping them. Okay, annoying to me, but it floats their boat.
I'm not saying his gal Sal has a balloon fetish but I do know one thing, she will be slight, good-looking, most likely with dark or black hair, and willing to take her clothes off and pose in unusual costumes and gear. Okay, Queer Gaza is accepting, and Pete With The Meat, and his gal Sal can both sleep in the foldout bed.
David, is coming at some point tomorrow. Depends when he wakes up, which can be at anytime. David requires a cigarette to be lit constantly. Doesn't matter if he smokes it or not, but there must be one burning, so far, in the ashtray, at all times. He may be dead from his habit one day and not show up, or drive off the road from a coughing fit for that matter, I almost expect it at this point.
Then there is the Irish computer geek who has ADD by the tenth power. Do not hire this guy to fix your computer unless he will take it to his home and do it there. He's bringing me my lap-top back after failing to be able to repair it here because he got involved in a screaming phone argument with his roommate. He's welcome too and fortunately has a blood test scheduled at Kaiser after dropping the computer off.
Queer Gaza will take in refugees and give them refuge from the outside world. Guess that's why they call them refugees.
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