5 Dollar Burrito

I believe I'm coming out of the hermit hole. I am a hibernator of sorts. I'd love it if I had a sleep hut made out of nothing but blankets and pillows ( and plenty of tunes). It would probably have to have some good ventilation in it too. I don't want it smelling like week old body parts in there. ............. I woke myself up at 8 o' clock last saturday and hopped on the Lite Rail and went down to the flea market on Folsom. The first thing I did when I got there was go to the taco truck. I walked up and ordered a burrito and then noticed that the thing cost 5 bucks. Holy cow! It's been a while since I've been to one of those. I used to live off those trucks. But that was when they were 2 bucks. Nothing good sticks around exactly how you remember them. .......... Time goes on and I start sounding like an old timer. I bought one anyway, just because I had my heart set on it. That's how much they charge at the fancy taquerias around town anyway. It was pretty good. It had that homemade taste and they crammed it full. I still think there should be 2 dollar burritos (right across the street from my house would be nice). After my grub, I looked around and flicked through a ton of VHS tapes. I found some old horror movie, but I didn't snag it. I was gonna come back around and get it later. I spaced that one. I went to the building with all of the cassettes next. I found a few old metal tapes there in the past. I dug through the them for a while and then what happens to me everytime I go looking for stuff happened to me. I had to take a dump. I went to about five different stalls and outhouses before settling on the sixth one. They were all smeared with crap, didn't have any butt paper or they were flooded and wouldn't flush. When I got out, I felt like a 5 dollar burrito for 2 bucks. I walked back down the corridor where the tapes were and saw a small stack of records and found "Craps" by Richard Pryor. I looked inside and it looked pretty clean. Some guy came by and eyeballed my find for a good 20 seconds, and then he split. On the way out, I stopped in the book bunker. It was cold as winter balls in there. It smells kinda funny in there too, but you get used to it fast. It's not the safest place in the world to be, seeing as it's closed off to the side and full of books and magazines everywhere and no one really keeps an eye on it. It kinda makes your imagination run wild and vision a bunch of killers lurking behind every corner. That's part of the fun. I looked around for a while in there and then walked to the back, looked on the ground and found a copy of the science fiction mag "Future Life" from 1980 with Carl Sagan on the cover. I got both for a dollar. All in all, it was a good day for this little hermit.

Here's the last bit from the Richard Pryor album

Fartin'

Here's a video of Carl Sagan

Right Here