Jukebox: the Beach Boys - "Sloop John B"

I used to live on the corner of Manchester and Saran just out in front of the limo company I work at. There was the building landlord who was this old biker dude that needs friends, so he's always walking around and trying to talk to you any chance he gets. And talks to no end. Literally "no end."

And I don't mind talking to him once in a while, but I was working over full time and going to school full time, so it was mostly inconvenient. Most times, too, was when I had my lunch break and I went home for lunch and to study and he intercepts me.

Anyway I have passed him several times and just didn't look in his direction. I just have been in rushes everytime I've seen him. I keep saying that I'm going to talk to him one of these days, just not yet. I told Jeanne about this also, and the very next day on my way to work he was out on the intersection where there was no way to avoid him. He was talking to the landscaper and when I got to the intersection he turned to show the landscaper something so I walked quickly.

This morning, however, I turned the corner and he's right there talking with the maintenance dude, Keith. Shit. So I say hi and talked and made it sound urgent. Only lasted 10 minutes. That's how long a quick, no real time to talk conversation lasts.

So other than that, I finally got an answer from the insurance people on how I can get car insurance without my name being on the registration, because without proof of insurance I can't get the car registered. She said I can get a bill of sale. This is dumb, because I suggested that on our first conversation and she said I could't do that. What a dumb bitch.