Last night, I thought I would get a good night's sleep. Felt like a Persian prince lying on the burgundy black panther suede couch, what a sultry ending to an evening as smooth as espresso. But I was way too toasted. Not sweating, just jonesin'. The windows on either side of the wall were open, I tried closing them, but they wouldn't budge, chips of white paint flaked off as I shoved my body and all its gravity floorward. No use. Make due what you are given, my son. The voice in my head has an arabic accent. Why? I'm not sure exactly. Probably because all the subverted years of parental scolding and hashish grinding have sunken so deep into my pores, they've absorbed into my bones, and leaked into my brain. The guy sounds like a 10 pound moustache. Regal. Absurd. So, it was several hours of tossing, rustling, reassembling the loosened blankets back around my body. I shivered like a leaf the whole night. I'm built like a bear, with enough body hair to donate to the entire neighborhood, but it doesn't keep me warm, I get colder than a sheared sheep the first week in September.
Anyway, I'm at the coffee shop, looking for a job, trying to write my way out of hopelessness. There is nothing so calming as a cup of coffee and the rhythmic tap of the clicking keyboard. They never play good music at the big coffee shops, always something loud and distracting. Give me some ThreeDogNight to clam up my morning brew, eh? Something I can groove too. I got an aching to dance in my seat and catch the eye of the cute girl sitting right next to me. I'll bob my head a little, she might think I'm really sensitive or cool or something like that. HA! Look at me! Doing my dreaming during the day! Wrong equinox, brother!
I've got about ten more minutes to send a letter to my dad in England, study the face of a pretty girl combing her hair outside, and read a few more pages of 'Portnoy's Complaint'. Such a great read. I recommend it. The clouds are closing in, close your car windows, commuters. I smell the impending rain over Chicago coupled with hotdog grease and car exhaust and it is beautiful. Beautifully salubrious.
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