Action and Thought Instances

Spilled the last of my coffee after staying awake the entire night, yeah, it was also the last of my money-so that makes it even better. About an hour before the tragic spill, I had walked about the lakeshore. Trying to catch the sunrise or trying to catch something. But the sky was too cloudy and the weather a bit chilly so to keep warm I kept moving instead. All I found was wet sand, a family going fishing in the early morning hours and a photographer taking pictures of me as I walked back toward Second City.

I clumsily scraped a knuckle upon a board at work with the sign “Safety Zone” on it. Not very safe to have the sign where it is, but I’m no manager. Instead I continue my work and two days later I bump the same knuckle with the scrape against objects-unintentionally-and become more annoyed as this continues eventually kicking something in anger…I hate it when previous wounds continue to be irritated.

Chopping down on chips with guacamole is only wonderful when the guacamole has flavor, straight avocado, where’s the excitement in that? But as I much on these chips, I feel at a loss, no more guacamole to dip them in…

Don’t take your eyes off the road, Kevin screamed in my ear after punching me in the arm. I had nearly creamed the vehicle in front of us. Thankfully the brakes were new. If I had been driving the car I have now, Pontiac Grand Am, we would never have made it.

She and I partner up for the writing exercise. I had never met or seen her before, I forget her name too. But she was a beautiful blonde from the United Kingdom, London in fact. Don’t know if she was visiting or came to the States to study, but she was definitely someone I would like to talk to again. There seem to be fewer people I wish to talk with each day.

Noise around me, a dim light in the bar, and jazz playing-no shitting you!-jazz. This bar is my kind of bar. At this bar I can be myself as I am a regular here. Many people come to keep drinking far into the night as other bars close, but I come to read and to drink. Not shitting you Mike! To read, write and talk-and yes-listen to jazz.

Ever watch the news, or hear someone say, or see them do, or know about the lie, or the blatant disregard, or the complete misunderstood retaliating statement, or something-many things that just make me want to throw up! I tend not to converse or wish to meet the people that cause me to puke from the utter stupidity and nonsense that makes me question the direction of human evolution…Are we truly evolving for the better?

Justin Vaisnor