Day 38 Without An Agent – Banner Day For Logic

Went for coffee this morning at the local hole. I’m making a point of getting up early and being there on time for each opening. The level of complaints against loiterers, smokers, dealing, and traffic on the front concourse forced the manager to pull the outdoor seating. It’s now spectacular to watch all the regulars mill around like a bunch of lost dogs wondering what went wrong. Their little patio outlook on the parking lot is no more.

I’ve been sipping there for 13 years and have seen dramas, soap operas, and mindless wastes of time as local wannabe’s sit with free water all day, churning butts, and spouting wisdom in search of validation and belonging. Too cheap to buy beer at the pub, they watch the years pass and never do too much. Now the chairs are gone. It’s like watching a flock of fledglings getting kicked from the nest. Great character studies.

Anyway, I wandered over to the diner with a table beyond the milieu and ran into a reader from a couple years back.

“How’s it going?” he asks.

“Not bad, little brisk out, but things are okay. And you?”

“Really good, hey, I was just talking about you,” he offers.

“Oh, and—” I lead him on.

“Yeah, not a lot of the old regulars around.”

“Some move on, other places—dimensions.”

“So yeah, I finally got your book back from my friend Darla. I lent it to her. She loved it—took it to work and a bunch of people there read it.”

“Thanks. That’s nice to hear.”

“Her husband read it; he liked it. My son’s in town—he wants to read it. I just have to find where I put it.”

“That story’s like a cat—it’ll find you.”

“So you working on anything?” He asks.

“Just a sailboat.”

“No00—I mean writing. I wanna know what happens next—in the story. It could go a lot of ways.”

“Yeah, soon, but first I need to find pop cans to get food. No food, no writing.”

“You don’t really do that!”  He’s incredulous.

“No. I’m joking.”

 

Then the pause—long enough for the waitress to wander over a set a coffee down.

 

“I get it—you want me to buy another copy, right?”

“That would be swell.”

March 10, 2011. A banner day for logic.

 

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Went for coffee this morning at the local hole. I’m making a point of getting up early and being there on time for each opening. The level of complaints against loiterers, smokers, dealing, and traffic in front forced the manager to pull the outdoor seating. It’s now spectacular to watch all the regulars mill around like a bunch of lost dogs wondering what went wrong. Their little patio outlook on the parking lot is no more. I’ve been sipping there for 13 years and have seen dramas, soap operas, and mindless wastes of time as local wannabe’s sit with free water all day, churning butts and spouting wisdom in search of validation and belonging. Too cheap to buy beer at the pub, they watch the years pass and never do too much. Now the chairs are gone. It’s like watching a flock of fledglings get kicked from the nest. Great character studies.

Anyway, I wandered over to the diner with a table in the shade and ran into an old reader from a couple years back.

“How’s it going.”

“Not bad, little hot out, but things are okay. And you?”

“Really good, hey I was just talking about you..”

“Oh…”

“By the way, Johnny Five’s dead.”

“Yeah I heard. OD right?”

“Yeah.”

“Never found what he was chasing.”

“Nope.”

“So yeah, I finally got your book back from my friend, Darla, I lent it out to her. She loved it—took it to work and a bunch there read it…”

“Thanks. That’s nice to hear.”

“Her husband read it too. My son’s in town—he wants to read it. I just have to find where I put it.”

“It’s like a cat—it’ll find you.”

“So you working on anything?”

“Just a sailboat.”

“No I mean writing. I wanna read what happens next, in the story, it could go a lot of ways.”

“Yeah, soon, but I need to find pop cans to get food. No food, no writing.”

“You don’t really do that!”

“No. I’m joking.”

Then the pause—long enough for the waitress to wander over a set a coffee down.

“I get it. You want me to buy another book, right?”

“That would be swell.”

March 10, 2011. A banner day for logic.

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2 Responses to “Day 38 Without An Agent – Banner Day For Logic”
  1. Gabriel says:

    I do the same thing at my local buckstars. I’ve feigned interest in the local chatter, while meandering toward interesting people. Logic, as well as sense, doesn’t seem to be too common.

    • Gaboo says:

      @Gabriel

      Hey, thanks for reading. Ya, have you noticed fancy drinks correlate with personal issues? Some people unload at the cash register, like a confessional. g

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