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the second of many
the second of many
too much too much.
it feels like i have no idea where to go, but there are so many places to... conversations lack the feeling that inspire me. you see one, hear one and look at four, no one interesting. a first date sits down next to you. you know that its a first date by the way that they react to one another. you smile to yourself and at the same time wish that you were one of them, kind of. the part that annoys and frustrates you is that one of them strikes up a conversation with you because the conversation that they are having has sort of petered out. they need a break, someone who can add a new twist on things, this is where you come in. they dont want to know you, they dont care what you say, they just need a new topic and you shall give them one. once you are done introducing yourself, telling them some interesting or unique fact about yourself, they can go about thier simple little life of not getting to know each other.
well, that is how my night went tonight at the Hi Hat. just wanted to get that out of my mind. hang on, i cant find my ashtray...
better... a smoke, a scotch and a nice cool glass of water. what else to ask for....
my mind starts wandering-wondering what else to ask for. if this is it, well i'm falling a bit short of a complete life, i think. i never would consider myself an a v e r a g e guy, always wanted something a bit different, some one a bit off, a bite of...whichever whyever whenever whoever williever meet this one?
another sip and suck, scotch and smoke. another smile and with fingers moving over the keys comes another idea... maybe not my own, maybe hers or yours or that guy who lives in that shitty little house down the street. an idea none the less. an idea that has never been put out there for all the world to read.
damn, i missed it... maybe it will re-surface tomorrow like that dream you wake up from, that wonderfull fuck filled dream that you fight so hard to remember, but only get glimpses of in the most innocent of places. maybe it will be like that.