A man wearing a suit jacket walks under the incandescent
light, it vibrates and he shifts his eyes fast enough to notice. He is an
office man, official and of that inane dignity many become envious of. He doesn’t
know what he’s doing here ($$$). He leaves in a couple hours, after throwing
down his suit and jacket, after spanning the long halls of his building and
filling it’s toilets and urinals with his raw, dirty essence. He goes down the
street and looks for something exciting.
A poster catches his eye.
“WHAT I LEARNED FROM LSD
Friday, October 6th, at a sketchy cinema”
Under that,
“PINK FLOYD AND ALICE IN WONDERLAND
Thursday October 5th, at a sketchy cinema”
A monopolistic entrepreneur of the psychonauts. They go at far ends to explain how they’ve received chemical enlightenment in just over 1000 doses of mixed recreational experiences. They’re probably just as dumb and pigheaded as he is.
He catches a voice somewhere, “You bashin’? I’m bashin’. Let’s Jam.” He doesn’t know what to think of it and moves on, some young afro with his whole life of guiltless fun ahead of him. Hopes he’s not a criminal.
He walks into a bar, the drinks are expensive, but it’s nearly empty and they have his favourite beer. A line from an old episode of the Simpson’s plays in his head, “What about us drunken slobs?” “You’ll be given cushy jobs!” “Monoraaaail…” It repeats 3 times before he catches a glimpse of the t.v., Sports.
He orders a drink because he can’t talk to these colourful and monotonous strangers without one. He orders another because one wasn’t enough. It gets a man’s attention and he walks over.
“So?”
“What?”
“What’s your story?”
“Oh, I just got off work and felt a little thirsty.”
“You hear this band man? I fucking love this band. It's The Fall. I used to go to their shows in the 80s, I have all their vinyls, I was so into punk in the 80s, did you ever listen to punk?”
The man doesn’t care.
“No.”
There’s a pause and he wonders what he’s doing here. His drink is nearly done and he thinks about leaving.
“He gets another drink.”
“What? Who?”
“Oh, did I say that out loud?”
He gets another drink.
A poster catches his eye.
“WHAT I LEARNED FROM LSD
Friday, October 6th, at a sketchy cinema”
Under that,
“PINK FLOYD AND ALICE IN WONDERLAND
Thursday October 5th, at a sketchy cinema”
A monopolistic entrepreneur of the psychonauts. They go at far ends to explain how they’ve received chemical enlightenment in just over 1000 doses of mixed recreational experiences. They’re probably just as dumb and pigheaded as he is.
He catches a voice somewhere, “You bashin’? I’m bashin’. Let’s Jam.” He doesn’t know what to think of it and moves on, some young afro with his whole life of guiltless fun ahead of him. Hopes he’s not a criminal.
He walks into a bar, the drinks are expensive, but it’s nearly empty and they have his favourite beer. A line from an old episode of the Simpson’s plays in his head, “What about us drunken slobs?” “You’ll be given cushy jobs!” “Monoraaaail…” It repeats 3 times before he catches a glimpse of the t.v., Sports.
He orders a drink because he can’t talk to these colourful and monotonous strangers without one. He orders another because one wasn’t enough. It gets a man’s attention and he walks over.
“So?”
“What?”
“What’s your story?”
“Oh, I just got off work and felt a little thirsty.”
“You hear this band man? I fucking love this band. It's The Fall. I used to go to their shows in the 80s, I have all their vinyls, I was so into punk in the 80s, did you ever listen to punk?”
The man doesn’t care.
“No.”
There’s a pause and he wonders what he’s doing here. His drink is nearly done and he thinks about leaving.
“He gets another drink.”
“What? Who?”
“Oh, did I say that out loud?”
He gets another drink.
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