fairytales
there's this guy at work. he's a customer, comes in, usually never rents shit, just wants to talk about lotuses blossoming from mud and tai chi and shit like that. sometimes he bugs me, sometimes i just think he's a harmless crazy, like one of those Venice Beach bum-celebrities.
a few nights ago he told me that, even though he doesn't look like he would, he has a lot of money. he told me he saves up it for years at a time, then looks for ways to give it away. whatever, i thought. so go find a charity.
then he offered to pay for my college. apparently he overheard me telling Keli about LCAD. he went on and on about not wanting anything in return, about liking the idea of supporting aspiring artists, and not being a creepy old loser. i told him i didn't need a sugar daddy.
he's been coming in every day that i work now, offering to give me money. always with the same disclaimer, "not a freak, not a weirdo, you're a nice girl, don't want anything in return, blah blah blah..." every night i tell him thanks, but no thanks, i want to be able to support myself, blah blah blah. same old shtick.
few days ago, my sister pointed out (in that infuriatingly oblivious way of hers) that my education is going to cost so much more than hers did. i know, i know exactly how much it will cost and exactly how much i have and don't have to pay for it.
part of me really wants to believe this guy is a genuine do-gooder, if only to see the look on certain faces when i don't have to borrow my parents' retirement to get my BFA.
i won't ever call this guy up (he gave me his phone number. it's somewhere where i'll never look or think about it). i don't trust people. i don't trust the world in general.
but it's a nice story. The Video Store Clerk and the Generous Weirdo.
might make a good movie or something.
a few nights ago he told me that, even though he doesn't look like he would, he has a lot of money. he told me he saves up it for years at a time, then looks for ways to give it away. whatever, i thought. so go find a charity.
then he offered to pay for my college. apparently he overheard me telling Keli about LCAD. he went on and on about not wanting anything in return, about liking the idea of supporting aspiring artists, and not being a creepy old loser. i told him i didn't need a sugar daddy.
he's been coming in every day that i work now, offering to give me money. always with the same disclaimer, "not a freak, not a weirdo, you're a nice girl, don't want anything in return, blah blah blah..." every night i tell him thanks, but no thanks, i want to be able to support myself, blah blah blah. same old shtick.
few days ago, my sister pointed out (in that infuriatingly oblivious way of hers) that my education is going to cost so much more than hers did. i know, i know exactly how much it will cost and exactly how much i have and don't have to pay for it.
part of me really wants to believe this guy is a genuine do-gooder, if only to see the look on certain faces when i don't have to borrow my parents' retirement to get my BFA.
i won't ever call this guy up (he gave me his phone number. it's somewhere where i'll never look or think about it). i don't trust people. i don't trust the world in general.
but it's a nice story. The Video Store Clerk and the Generous Weirdo.
might make a good movie or something.