the secretary of the interior is kenneth salazar.

welcome to «tools in the road».

you can find some interesting stuff on the street, if you're looking. the other day i was crossing the road while out running, and there in the road was a 2x4. so i picked it up and carried it to the other side of the road so that the people out driving around wouldn't run over it and maybe have a flat tire or a wreck. wasn't that nice of me? but, it was too big to be a souvenier, so i left it by the sidewalk.

then, a few days after that, i was out running and down by the curb on the shoulder of the road, i saw this mini spanner. isn't it cute? i don't know the intended original purpose of such a small spanner, but fate has given it the purpose of living in the sentra & keeping me company. it's a nice life for a spanner. better than living on the streets and definitely better than getting all jammed into tight spaces and having bolts jammed into your head and getting spun around & around & around locking down the bolts. that would just be icky. so, the spanner rides around in the sentra. woopwoop!!

then, like 2 days ago, while crossing the road to get to the vanpool stop [yes, that is why i cross the road], i found this smallish crowbar. it looks like a really big screwdriver, but it's curved at the end on purpose. it's not like it got bent by being in the road. it was made that way. so, i would have to say it's a crowbar. i put it in my bag, and i carried it around in my bag a couple days and forgot it was in there until i was wondering why my bag was so heavy, and i was like «it ain't heavy, it's my bag», so i looked in to see what was going on, and there was the silly crowbar. so, i took it out & showed it to my old man, and i was all like «i got you a present from out of the street.» and he was all like «wash your hands.». so i left it on the hearth, and there it is still.

and that concludes this epi of «tools in the road».