The Days and Nights of Robierto

So I have been riding trax to save money from my gas guzzling Honda Civic. Each morning is such a unique experience that I thought I would share. The Foam Hat Man: There is a man who gets off at my stop who is wearing a huge novelty foam cowboy hat, like you would win at a carnival. And each morning I try to catch up to him so I can get the scope on what he does for a living that he must wear this foam hat. Is he a clown? Does he work at a some BBQ place where they force their employees to wear embarrassing cowboy attire, much like the sweet sisters at Hot dog on a Stick? Today I was thinking that he could possibly do construction and that hat protects him from the harmful UV rays that could give him skin cancer (seriously his hat would shade his entire body). One of these days I am going to follow him and find out that he is just plain crazy and likes to dress in costume to lure people down an alley so he can rob them. Hairy Hippie Girl: Yesterday the AC was not working on my train an

I love the Olympics. This last week I have been up until midnight waiting with baited breathe to see if the mens and womens gymnastics teams would walk away with the gold or if Mike Phelps would actually walk away with another world record or one more gold medal to throw onto his enormous stack at home. What does one do with so many medals? Wall mounts, coffee table, perhaps a beaded curtain made exclusively with gold medals. It is amazing that during the three weeks of the olympics I am so interested in gymnastics, swimming, track and field, and syncronized swimming, but during the time in between olympics I don't even consider watching any of these sports. Why is that? I have to admit that I admire the athletes that love what they do so much that they are willing to spend hours a day working on their talents. I makes me wish that I would have so dedicated to something that I love. I think when I was younger I spent so much time trying to be well rounded that I didn't dedicate