Just when I think I have hit the bottom of the "strange" barrel, a new entrant appears

I am back. I am just sitting here listening to "Feel the Pain" by Dinosaur Jr. I love this song. I would "sing" it while trading as a tribute to my trading buddy Andy. He went to school at UMass in Amherst, MA and that is where Dino Jr. (and the Lou Barlow world of projects originated along with the Pixies for that matter). I feel the pain of everyone, then I feel nothing. That pretty much sums me up. If anybody wants to understand me, that is it, written large.

Okay, enought about that. I keep thinking that just when I think I have seen it all, somebody does something to add to the nutbar parade. Again, the setting is Mayfair and the shower (it sounds more gay than it is, but what can I say, when I am naked I can only observe). If it is not naked guys in socks, naked guys in running shoes or a wet, naked guy using the pay phone, it is something else. Yesterday, was that something else. A crazy haired dude, like Kramer gone wrong (or without style) was in the shower, washing only his feet (in flip flops) wearing his underwear. What the fuck is up with that?

Damn, I have my underwear on but my feet seem dirty. Guess I will just go stand in the shower and wash them. It is not as if the water can spray and wet my underwear (there is a comfortable feeling--see my post regarding my 40th birthday somewhere in the archives). By the way, I was being sarcastic if that was not coming across, of which I cannot really be sure considering I do not get direct feedback (hint) in this medium. To quote Dr Phil (TV Psychobabble Quack), "What were you thinking?"

It is beyond me, but now I am anticipating my next visit. I used to go because of my obsession with working out and fitness, now I want to see the latest in strange, naked, male behavior. At least life is not dull, though it is banal. Ciao!