as much as i could piss around forever doing nothing and would like to, i will myself to just get out of the house. the destination is the gym, but until i get there i am only out of the house. i could opt out and go to starbucks, but i don't have any money with me, so *sigh* i may as well catch the bus….
the sky is as blue as the air is frigid. it aggressively paws at me; poking at my face and biting at my fingers. blustery, blustery day. the weather channel icon on my blackberry displays a lightning bolt but tells me of wind warnings. i concur. the streetlights are waving wildly on the wire. maybe the thunderstorm will come later. i hope this same violence doesn't knock out power.
coming home from the gym, the bus smells like candyfloss. i get on the with a man i noticed waiting at the stop. he's wearing nylon pants that have been cut off as if in a messy hurry so the bottom hem runs in a jagged blue line across his calves. as we trundle onto the bus he receives a call and begins to talk very loudly to the person on the other end.
right away i can discern a few things: he is going to kamloops soon. he is broke and he feels slighted believing his current situation to be the fault of his mother. clearly he feels entitled to something that he didn't get. several times he says "as we speak i just found out….." considering he says he got this information before he took this call strikes me as odd. could be he likes the sound of the phrase rolling off his tongue. or perhaps it is to demonstrate to those around him that important things are happening in his life with every breath he takes. all i know is that it doesn't get any more novel after he has repeated it several times. i
wonder about the person on the other end of the phone. he speaks so loudly he hacks into my after gym glow and i want turn around to give him something of the hairy eyeball. i imagine he wouldn't notice it anyway. something tells me he is self absorbed as well as indiscreet. to speak so loudly about his private affairs. and though it is has become a commonplace practice, it seems so graceless and repugnant.
d.
every day is d. day 