Curbside With Sunny

            I saw Sunny the Lizard hanging on to the curb. He was in a vertical position. He was peeking his head over the ridge and spying on me. He had his claws dug in and seemed to be struggling to hold his position. He dropped to the ground and scurried away when he realized he had been discovered.
            "Sunny, you freak!"
            I was somewhat offended by his behavior. I thought we were friends.
            I saw him again a day later. He was basking in the morning sun. It looked like he was recharging his batteries after a long hard night of drinking. He was dark in color. Hung over.
            I stepped over him and he didn't even seem to notice. Sunny's hard to figure that way. One day he'll be hyper-sensitive to my movements, and the next he won't even notice me coming.
            

Mid-life Crisis

            The itchy finger had no effect. I didn't even think about it once while playing.
            I think I'm going through a mid-life crisis, but rather than showing it with a fancy sports car and driving gloves, I'm manifesting it by watching horror movies from the seventies on YouTube. The language in the seventies was different. People had good grammar. I miss that. And the women in those days had sex appeal. Or more specifically, the gender roles weren't so ambiguous. Ambiguity makes for awkwardness, awkwardness makes my jaw feel funny. I get a tightness in my temples, and it's hard for me to think.
            The Devil's Nightmare is good example of what I'm referring to. It's based on the seven deadly sins. The Case of the Bloody Iris is another good one. These movies are dubbed, everything is out of sync, but they're put together in a manner that can not be recreated.