Jul 16, 2007 02:02
I like running a film projector. It goes clickety-click and shines a light that can destroy your retina. But I really do in enjoy it. At least, more than the deli counter.
I feel dead these days. I feel the heat bearing down on me and oppressing me into slumber. Except I can't sleep, because it's too freaking hot. Although it wasn't too bad today.
Someone stole Buttons' bike today. They stole it from behind the art theater. I feel kinda bad, but it was such a piece of shit I didn't think I had to lock it up. The front wheel was bent, the shifters didn't work at all, and the rear brake wouldn't stop the thing so much as slow it down gradually. Amanda gave him that bike after finding it on the street with the back wheel locked to the frame, which Buttons removed with a rotary saw. I remember Siobhan saying that she recognized it from a year before that, when it laid on her front lawn for about two days. It'll probably turn up sooner or later.
So sorry miss. That's never happened before. Yes, I know what it smells like. Have you had much to drink, miss? Well, yes, perhaps you should be asking me that question. Enough to sleep with me, certainly, but how much, exactly? Oh, so you'll probably remember this tomorrow. Well then, I suppose I'll be moving out of town soon enough. Yes, I'll just pack my things now. It was lovely to meet you. What was your name again? You're right, it probably doesn't matter. Well, enjoy the rest of your evening! Now what the devil did I do with my passport?