Ashley singing at one end of the counter, Kyle singing at the other. And myself with theater seating in the middle. Like Barbara Streisand and Paul Anka, serenading me. If I hadnt have eaten my salad, I wouldve been throwing lettuce and tomatoes. But if I had done that.... then my salad would be nothing more then egg, cheese, chicken and bacon. That salad actually doesnt sound that healthy... seems off, nutritionally. Change its name from the Cobb to the Heartkiller. Whenever I eat that salad and I have chicken and egg on my fork at once, it really makes my mind quite quizzical. Which came first? Then I was talking with Jessica at length. Primarily about her drag racing down Mill Plain in that BMW Sportster she probably stole. (How does she own that...). Whos that little blonde girl I always see that floats around like a little grinning cloud? Never saying a word. What is she 12 or 14? I always want to ask her. Theres child labor laws in this country.... she probably had a pony at her last birthday party. I was telling Jessica of a story of going to Ozzfest in 2002, to the Gorge Ampitheater and how my cousin was doing like 90 MPH on I-5 and I told him to slow down that there were going to be cops hidden out there looking for speeders and he said there wouldnt be... lol So one was nose-down in a ditch and backed out and pulle dus over. lol And my cousin was giving him the common bullshit spiel that people give cops and he goes: alright... is there anything I should know about in the car... And I said: Just the duffle bag full of cocaine in the back seat.. And Drew shot a look of death and the cop just starts cracking up and walks away to run our licenses or something and Drews all pissed off and then he comes back and lets us go still grinning. So ha. But then Jessica goes (with an astonished look): But.. DID you really? Im like: what... have a dufflebag of cocaine in the back? She goes: Ya! One of those moments when you drop your book and lose all expression on your face. Mind blanks out. I said: Well of course... we had to make a drop, why do you think my nose is so red. She was dead serious, after that story she was like: haha! But did you really have one back there? A serious retort like that is like... startling. Like what...? lol I guess I look like a big old crack head. Must be the latest gossip going around about me. That guy that walking around with cocaine in his satchel. Not history books and poetry.... lol All of my books are hollowed out with secret compartments... muhawhahahahaha. I snort a line everytime I go to the bathroom. Its not that Im peeing out all the coffee I drank, making room for the next hour. I shouldve been serious and said: Ya... thats the irony of it... but make sure no one knows that story ok... that was just for a laugh. I dont need people knowing about that art of my past Jessica so please... lol Then she woulda been: .....................how much. lol Funny. Love talking to Jessica. I talk to her once a year but good enough. Hardly talk to anyone around there anymore. Like really talk and joke around. No more Rachel at nights. AW. Both sad yet a relief at the same time. Doesnt matter... she ignores me too. No one loves me anymore. Being a longtime regular is so meaningless. All have disowned but the freshest of employees. Whose tolerances and thresholds my personality has not yet snapped like twigs. I play my violin, a sorrowful melody, as I sit here and hold my pity party. Which no one showed up to. Speaking of which... some guy on a motorcycle had an Eeyore backpack the other day. Like staring into a mirror as I drove.... I still have too much to do. My life is full of stuff. People need things... things need to be done and finished yet... I have duds to iron. Sometimes I wish someone would just push me out of a window. lol Except this time something higher then the 1st story.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Sep 2014 04:23:54 +0000
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