Daiv: It is another one of those days. The bald guy is talking too loud in the cafe as usual. It is what he
does best. I guess he used to be an alcoholic, and now finds solace in coffee. However, the alcoholic
residue of loud talking, and always on a stage in front of people to bring attention to yourself remains.
It is a pain for someone like me who is just minding his own business, and wants to stew in his own
thoughts. Otherwise, it is a fine day here on the space station. I think I will go to the smoking section
and have a cigarette. Be right back, or 'brb' as the kids like to say.
So, I was out there having a cigarette, minding my own business, and some black guy says to me,
"Hey, you ever see that television commercial where that guy..."
I instantly stepped back.
"Man, you got issues," he said.
"Yeah, I do got issues."
With that he walked away, and looked back at me, and I looked at him. I couldn't give a f***. He
was interrupting me. He looked suspect to me, and up to no good at all. It had nothing to do with
whether or not he was black, but it had a lot to do with the fact that he was some kind of hustler,
wanting something. I have no patience for people like that. I know it is public space, but these
people have nothing to offer. They try to warm you up with conversation, but they have a motive,
and I don't like to be hustled. I find that it is most unpleasant. A guy like that will rob me blind in
a second and not even care, if given the opportunity. I base this on personal experience, which
I know is not good enough for some people, but I am the one writing this blog, and I can say
whatever I want. If you have issues with that, go write your own blog, I don't care.
Anyway, I just realized that I don't want any more coffee, and that I want to go home. It is an early
departure for me today. I have a lot to do with my smuggling operations today. My work is cut out
for me.
I don't know why every thing has to be so hard and difficult in this universe, but it just is.
I never had the inclination to play much piano. I never got the hang of it. I didn't work hard enough
at it. Too bad, I could have been playing by now. It is hard work to keep the playing up, you have
to practice, or else it doesn't work.
I didn't want to be a pianist, I wanted to be an artist.
Anyway, the tattooed bald guy that needed a lot of attention finally left. I find him a little bit too
much, and more than a little abrasive. He is rough around the edges, and he had to make sure
everyone knew he was leaving.
He sat in a place he never sits at, just so he could try to butter up these young girls who were
minding their own business. They didn't seem to mind him much, laughing along with him, but they
are now departed.
I don't like guys that scare the girls away. That is not good.
That happens in the bar a lot, where drunken guys will scare girls away. Late at night at a bar,
you don't want the girls to leave. Then you just end up with a bunch of lonely bastards at closing
time, and that is a drag.
Yeah, it is really time to go.
* * *
Anyway, it will take some time to really get this blog going. I have lots of ideas about it, but when I sit down and write, the ideas are sometimes elusive.
Writing science fiction is not that difficult. It is just the context that is changed. Instead of writing in a cafe, I write as if I'm in a cafe on a space station. Piece of cake, eh? Yeah, it is.
I still have to work out the aspects of my alternate universe system, and how it all works. It is a big job ahead of me. I only have vague ideas about my science fiction, and how it is all going to work.
Anyway, I have my Star Trek communicator with me. There was a moment where it was going off inside my jacket, and I couldn't turn the damn thing off.
It is time to close up shop, and go home. I got things to do, unfortunately. Luckily, some of my activities includes video game playing.
I have some videos to make, too.
One way around ads on blogs, is to write really long articles, then the viewer doesn't see the ads as much, which only serves to distract people. That is all the ads do to me, I never click on them. Most ads have no interest for me, unless it is for some awesome video game, I don't want to see those stinking ads.
Laters.
No comments:
Post a Comment