da una parte e dall'altra

i must talk about this walk i went on in the afternoon. with a friend, by the riverfront, a few bums were out, old men, no one else. one interesting thing to note was the factory and situated right next to it, a volleyball court, i can't fathom why it had to be placed by such a shit stain of a factory...the trees stirred, the birds chirped, and the swaying cotton balls filled our lungs as we walked slowly beside the river and on the trails of city park. approximately an hour before that, i was seated in a Greek restaurant, my mouth wetting to the textures of pita, the spice of two dressings, with the complements of quality chicken, tomatoes, lettuce, and cheese. i feel so bad for not having a camera, or else i would have captured what i was eating with a foto. it was complete, my stomach felt whole after that meal, and for a time, i was confident that i would not use the bathroom, but not even 40 minutes later, i found myself in a bathroom in a work out center by riverfront...the mother of all shits found my ass situated on a milk coloured toilet seat...ahhhhh how i wished i could have been in a bathroom with a fireplace, dim lights, and Vivaldi playing or something. that is the shit of dreams...after, continue to walk on riverfront, already mentioning the whore of a factory, and the decrepid volleyball station...fast forward to work at later hours, coming home to a nice taco salad..end of day, one shit, two meals, 4 hours of droning work, and 9 hours of sleep....
thanks to myself for a riveting day...
it was much appreciated.....