Drove out to hit the bar, the literal bar was full and I didn't wanna solo a booth...left.
Drove into downtown chicago by accident, a buncha memories of people I sometimes miss hit me, then I realized I like Downtown Chicago more at 1am than I do during usual
waking hours...
Hit rush street and remember making mental plans to go there with someone who is no longer in the picture, then remembering within an hour or so, I would be back to
blissful loneliness, and the night would stand as the escape from people that it usually is, rather than a reminder I have no one of significance in my life, friend or otherwise.
I chatted clumsily with a bald chick at the local Walgreens...bought some beer I haven't purchased in over 2 years, a bag of pizza rolls, and a hazelnut snicker...then grabbed another
cause she asked if I ever had one...she hadn't either. I offered her one, after she noticed my zebrawood watch and complimented it. I was delighted she accepted and didn't resist. I said
goodnight, walked outside, gave the local beggar $2, and hopped in my car. The bar tasted like snickers bred with peanut butter and jelly. What a fukking treat.
Now here I am, post failed conquest of the saturday late night scene, posting on the fukking coli. I have some clean jeans, a burgundy zipup, and tawny skytops that matched.
I swagged out for nothing. The drive down Lake Shore Drive was memorable, if for nothing other than reminding me how many good drives I used to have down that strip. I went through 3
college neighborhoods on the way home, and my old, old neighborhood sans the corner boys and other dregs that I remembered as a kid.
Your life truly is shyt when you pine for the days of doing nothing as a kid over doing nothing as an adult. I might asked to be banned tomorrow and go focus, cause isolation seems to cure everything
for a while. Gotta study...right after I get these pizza rolls and pilsner in me.