old times

went to the neighborhood clinic again today to get results for the blood work. It is in an old building around 100 years I guess, formerly lLincoln highschool in the old black Frenchtown. Across the small parking lot sits teh former site of an 'alternative' I highschool I attendid in 86-87 I think. A few blocks away was the middle school I attended. where I first bought Cannabis (I got my first acid at the aforementioned highschool, where I would return in later years to sell the chemical). Later around 16-17 years old, me and friends stared hanging out with an old black dude, Jesse James. No, shit. I use his real name because I heard he died a some ten years back. He was about my age now, or a little younger when we would hang with T (abbreviation of his nickname, which I wont disclose). We'd drink 11-11 malt liquor, smoke cigarettes and often a little rock. We all were granted nicknames evnetually. I was J cool groove. I still probably would be to a handful olf old black dudes on the northside of Tally, if any are still kicking.

at the clinic at the waiting bench two jabbery country women sat to my left. On my right a middle aged coutry dude that talked alittle like Carl in "Slingblade'. and a cute friendly but slightly Ill looking young woman with piercing blue eyes named Kristal, about 18-19 yrs old. Later a nice older black lady came with a kid, and reminded us reminded us to pray to Jesus. Then a girl came in with her face severely melted by a fire. Krystal, the yound girl was friendly to her. then the burned girl began to speak loudly about pregnancy and prison etc. to someone on her cell phone. It turned into a bizzare scene for a few minutes. Not to mention the drugged out woman, Xanax maybe, passed out in the waiting room. it took three nurses to wake her up a bit, at which point she immediately spilled coffee all over herself. Its a jungle out there.

they took more blood. evidently some liver enzymes are high. but not the ones associated with drinking , but with hep C. so they will check. while waiting for the phlebotomist (been waiting to use that word), visions of Indian barbers scraping my face and head came to mind. I have not used intrevenous drugs ever, but I did have a biopsy done in Agra, and an appendectomy in 2000, though that should not be suspect. Ill know in a week. everything else is good apperantly.