last night, I was laying there laying there laying there and I couldn't sleep, so I took a ride down to the transvestite liquor store so named because it's where all the she-male hookers always hang out. Yeah, you know the one over by Santa Monica and Highland. It's entertaining to me. I don't know why. Anyway, I bought a beer, just one beer. I didn't want to get too much because I'm supposed to be job hunting today. Yeah right, ha! Don't make me laugh. Is that supposed to be funny? What did I mean by that last comment? We may never know. So, I was cruising around trying to expend some extra energy enjoying the nice cool night when I saw sitting there in the middle of the road, the cutest little cat ever. And when I mean cute, I mean cute. Reeeaaall cute. It didn't run away. It just sat there and stared at me. It was a young cat. A black young cat. God, it was so adorable. I circled back because I wanted to catch an extra glimpse. It was such a romantic moment. I stopped. There was nobody around, just me and this black cat in the street staring at each other in the middle of the night. Finally, I left pedaling down the street already missing it. I went around the block, circled back. I didn't want to let it go. I knew I had to, but I wanted just one more peak at such a beautiful creature. When I got back to where it was sitting, I was surprised, it was still there, but it was laying on its side. "That's not right." I got a closer look and realized it was dead. "How could this be?" I thought to myself. "Just a moment, it was so full of life. And now, it's dead." I thought I saw it move a little. I didn't want to disturb it if it was still living. I pushed its body. It was totally limp. There weren't any cars on the streets. It was on Lexington. Not a busy street. Not a car in sight. Just some tranny hookers. I noticed some kind of fluid had expelled from its bottom. Yeah, that's right, doesn't your body secrete everything when you die? Its eyes were wide open. It didn't look crushed or bloody or anything. I picked it up. Wow, what an incredible feeling. It was sensual how limp it was. I put it in my bike basket and began to make my way down the street. I didn't know where I was going. Not really any destination in mind. Just having a funeral procesion on a bored summer night. I rode around and around. It's precious little paw slipped through the grate of my basket. I know it may be a little juvenile, hell this whole story may be a little juvenile, but all the same, it was thrilling to me to have that cat in my basket. A live cat would never ride in my basket. I rode around like that for a while. I started feeling like a creep. a juvenile creep. I rode by Sandor's building. There was a chair out in the front. I picked the cat up out of the basket. It had shat itself. I laid it on that chair for someone to find. I hope it disturbed someone. That's the least we can do for that cat, to be disturbed by its limp shitty body. Its funny, cats bring a dead mouse to your doorstep as a present, Tomatoes brings the whole cat. Today, the cat and the chair were gone. Who took my cat? I hope it was Rosa. When I got back to the seedy hotel, there was some crazy guy standing in the hallway. Someone had taken a trash can full of trash and thrown it all over the place. There was a cop standing there in the hallway too. We stared at each other. He wouldn't fit in my bike basket no matter how dead he was. Plus, he certainly wasn't beautiful.