Waiting is wasting for people like me-unfinished1

They say that goodbye is never easy.. and you know something?  Even when you think it’s going to be.. it really isn’t.

Days off for me are relatively non existant.  My schedule is always booked.  When I say I don’t have time.. I mean it.  I have to make appointments to sleep.  I work too much (I’m only partially complaining) and I cant stand wasting time.  They say that when you can’t sin, the devil will keep you busy instead.

Heh.. well with my aka.. I tend to think thats a bit.. farce.

“That bar is called Saints and Sinners.. reminded me of you.”

And I smiled a bit.. because although I have no clue what that person was talking about… I know it all too well… being a bit into the whole rockabilly scene.. that comment made me glow a bit more.

Last minute plans as usual.  Friend was leaving out of the country.  I had two days completely free of work.. looking at my budget like an anal retentive, I knew I could push the mark a bit.

I’m a bit of a social nerd.  I’m a “robot.”

This friend drives out of his way to hang out with me.  I live in suburbia hipster jesusville.  Strangely enough, we stayed local and just hung out the whole time.  I can’t say that I’m completely surprised.. because the last time we were around, we did the same thing.  However I met him too late… I’m moving down to san diego in a month.. and he’s moving away.. in like a week.

Despite it all.. we ended up cramming all the stuff we needed to do last minute.  I’m not amazed how quickly you can get a rental car.  I hate Tmobile.  I drive like a maniac, and it’s funny when people question that… knowing even a few details about… well.

And.. well.. this admittedly feels a bit unfinished.. because I have to run off and shower and say my goodbyes to this person before I book down to san diego and go on the job hunt.. I’ll write some more about it when I return.

Someone inject another 24 hrs in my day pls?


Trannies. Botched plans.  Changes of venue.  Short red skirts…

“Actually, it’s skorts…”

Corrected values.

Dress code fau paus.

Pictures not viewable to the internet… but saved for further blackmail.

New friends.

New adventures.

Blurred colored lights.


Though surprisingly not blow.

It’s just another night in LA.  Business as usual.

She said that we’d only be gone an hour as we left his place.  He said fine.  But you could tell from the light in his eyes that he wished he didn’t know better.  She’ll be back.. but not that soon.

And his heart dies a little.

The nice guy.

Oh sometimes it sucks being the nice guy…

the visit- session 1

Scene: Suburbia.  The trees look like they’re out of a Norman Rockwell painting.  The city square is retro in style with a modern feel.  It’s got it’s share of little shops dotting the centre.  There’s a man reading the paper with his dog.  Children on bikes outside a 50s diner.  It’s a hot day.  Warm Santa Anas blow through the trees.

Cue the camera to a birds eye view. A 60s style apartment.  A pair of women’s shoes.  The sound of footsteps scrambling about the house.  A hand wipes a sweaty brow.  Small fingers point at an invisible watch.

Late late late.

Cue a bit closer now.  A bike.  The girl goes down the stairs.  You still cannot see her face.  But you know it’s a girl.  Her clothes, despite being discheveled, are put together.  Just not the way most would think to.

The bike is brought down a set of stairs.  Down a cement corridor and up a few more steps.  She looks yet again at the invisible watch.  Puts a headphone in one ear.  Red hair falls to the side of her neck.  She grabs it and makes the ponytail tighter and rushes on the bike heading towards the village.

Late late late.

Past the man with his paper.  Past the children on bikes.  Past the 50s diner, the botiques and little shops.  On this road, to the left, is a set of buildings covered in shade and moss.

The camera glances sideways at some dark brown lettering.  There are a few businesses in here.  All suites to various personal offices.

The girl takes the bike up another step now.  She walks under a trellus of moss.  She carefully looks side to side at each name. Not that one.  Not that one.

Ah the women’s restroom.  This is close to her destination.  She looks either direction at a series of doors.  “I’m going to guess it’s this one.”

She walks in and brushes herself off.  Pulls her hair back again and does a once over.  There are a few dusty library books on a table.  Some old mustard colored pin chairs in the hallway.  It has an aura of familiarity about it.  Oh yes, that’s because she has one of those chairs at home.  Heh.

Two doors line another hallway inside.  Another side shot of brown lettering.. this time, it’s legible.

She knocks.

Whew. It’s the right place. Now onto business.

A tiny elderly woman comes out and greets her.

Wow someone shorter than me?  That’s not exactly.. common.

The older woman begins to talk now.   She points to a clipboard with some paperwork.

“Please fill all of these out and then knock on the door again.  It should take you about 10 minutes”

She sits down.  Rustles through a purse and another bag.  Writes a couple of text messages, and pulls out a pen.

She sighs.  This is not going to be fun.  But unfortunately, it’s an inevitable path.

She scribbles aimlessly and bites her lip.  Takes out her phone and looks at a picture.  She sighs again and smiles… drifted away for a moment to shine.

The door loudly opens again .  It startles her, but she’s done now.


She looks down once more at the picture.  She smiles, looks up again. Takes a deep breath.

“As ready as I’ll ever be I spose.”