Faces, Nostrils, eyes, Mouths, teeth, Earlobes, Fingernails, and Toes

These are things I remember. Years ago we were at Chan's blues club to hear music. I spotted a woman I knew from 20 years ago who was across the room with her back to me. I said I think that's Pat, I recognize her hands. My husband was shocked. 

I have a mental Rollodex of earlobes nostrils mouth shapes teeth and toes.

The other day in the locker room I glanced down to see a woman missing a number of toes. I wanted to cry. She had told me last week about her medical condition. Another woman bravely dresses in the women's locker room post double mastectomy. I want to cry over the brave community of women who show up and tell me about their issues; spinal stenosis, cancer, diabetes, lupus, medication resistant depression, arthritis, frozen shoulder, amputated leg, paralysis, obesity, cutting, anorexia, and more.

The other night I was driving to work and I saw BEADY the old neighborhood drug dealer now toothless and gaunt and walking into the road in the dark wearing black.  My brain did the quick morph upgrade and knew this was him. I have seen him over the last 30 years. I never forget a face.  I'm assuming his partner in crime MUSCLES is no longer alive. That guy was doing Fentanyl and the detectives warned him, "You're going to die if you keep this up" and Muscles cried and died.

It's sad because most of the drug dealers are really charismatic good actors and should join the circus or Theater. They belong on stage rather than dealing drugs. There was the guy with 23 dogs in his apartment who confessed to the dog officer, "This is all I know, drugs and dogs."

Then there was the guy who rented the house opposite us and puppies poked out of every open window. He was running an operation. And the HAPPY HOUSE got invaded by 6 cops and the dealers hopped out of every window.

I've seen guys jump off porches as cops were going in the front door. Or peeing off porches. We can see everything. 

It's never dull around here.