Mama's boys, swimming

Two mama's boys talking loudly, walking down the purple-flowered street that pours on to Grand Ave. "She didn't call," said one to the other, loudly, "because either she didn't like me, which would be the simplest and most likely reason, or she was so busy she just hasn't had a chance to get back to me yet.

"If I didn't like someone, I would wait four days and then call them and say, 'I'm calling you out of courtesy to say I don't want to see you.'" Whoah!

A girl at the bottom of the hill in a bright, floral skirt stands outside the door of the chaotic, dirty neighborhood corner store, which seems to have everything from hookah pipes to spices to yellow onions to a dirty-@$% ATM. She stands tall-ish, waiting but not waiting too hard with a white pit bull-boxer mix, who's a little overweight and is definitely waiting for someone to come out of that store.

Went swimming in the glorious Temescal swimming pool, that gets swam in several times a week, where you see lithe bodies swimming their laps, resting -- a little bit of a sexy place.