Images from a crossroads
Standing behind the bar, arms crossed, watching Garen show Tub Girl to a group of sequin vested birthday boys on one of their iPhones.
Incessant propositions from men.
Hunched over a computer behind roommates, reading through roommate application emails in affected german, french, spanish, russian, and socal accents, judging from how they write. Picking from a pool of applicants only the ones that don't sound as though they're trying too hard, don't sound cheesy, and like to drink. Thinking to myself: "this is how people find places to live?"
Plotting out ways to spend time. I mostly spend it thinking.
No school. Girlfriend. Irish Pipe Band. Reading.
Planning. Always planning.
Incessant propositions from men.
Hunched over a computer behind roommates, reading through roommate application emails in affected german, french, spanish, russian, and socal accents, judging from how they write. Picking from a pool of applicants only the ones that don't sound as though they're trying too hard, don't sound cheesy, and like to drink. Thinking to myself: "this is how people find places to live?"
Plotting out ways to spend time. I mostly spend it thinking.
No school. Girlfriend. Irish Pipe Band. Reading.
Planning. Always planning.