jogging bijou "Nice day for it, eh?" I like to shout at the other joggers i pass by as i bounce down the dirty city streets. they always smile or nod, seeing as how it's really seventeen degrees outside and about to snow, or they just got harassed by a drunk shouting profanities or jibberish at them. it makes me feel good to see them even when i'm just passing in my car. i used to cringe when i saw joggers, pangs of guilt stabbing. now i'm one of them, glaring at noisy traffic at the crosswalks, feeling their hungry eyes on me thinking, "man, i should really start jogging." 030117 what's it to you? who go blather from