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Le'a came into town yesterday or today sometime. I went to meet her at Nate's house. Nate is a mutual friend we knew in Hawaii, though she knew him "better" than I did. Nate recently moved to Seattle seeking his fortune. He emailed me asking for job-getting strategies, and that was the last I heard of him until today. I found out he lives just down Pine from me. Five minutes of walking. Nate lives with a bunch of turtles and crickets, which make loud cricket noises continuously, forever. The crickets are really meant to be fed to the turtles, but there are probablya month's supply of crickets in the cricket cage. That's a lot of chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp chirp.

In addition to turtles and crickets, Nate also lives with a purple haired woman named Laura, who is, I think, the actual owner of the turtles and crickets. Nate's last girlfriend was named Laura too, which makes it easy to remember. No embarassing slips of tongue. Nate and Laura live in a newly renovated apartment building right next to the paramount theater, where they pay around the same rent that I do for my 2 bedroom for a single bedroom apartment with some kind of neo-DSL service provided by the building.

Apparently, one problem with living right on Pine St. is the foot traffic. Laura told me of a regular passerby who has become known as "Screaming Guy". He has earned this name by emitting ear-shattering screams every five feet linear distance travelled or so, as we walks down the street. And back up it. And back down. All night. Screaming. She asked if I had ever heard of him, since I live fairly nearby. I haven't. I guess he doesn't come that far up towards Capitol Hill. As I got ready to leave I said, "Maybe I'll run into Screaming Guy." "You know about screaming guy too?!?" said Nate, walking back into the room. I'm sort of glad I don't live near Screaming Guy's route.