My shtick

      Everybody is leaving and running and fleeing. Fall is threatening to collapse into winter in a very final way, though we are having some good days too. Last night I remained awake till somewhere near six o clock, dancing, drinking, dining on frozen pizza, and laying in a seemingly vast pile of people from which one person would soon be absent. Most of the night I was fine and untouched, except for rare moments of childish selfishness. The last moments of the evening became vaguely awkward when I threw a blanket at the feet of two of the people, one who is leaving, one who is not, pointed at my spare matrice, and told them that they were staying the night.

They did not of course, but paused sweetly with the blanket sprawled at their feet, contemplating my rudely phrased offer? Or maybe just trapped like deer in the headlights of a (clearly) fractured mind.

I have lost so many people in my travels, lost as many as I’ve found. It’s nothing new, its nothing so odd or strange. People come and go, like rain or money.

Has it helped that I usually leave and abandon people before they can abandon me? Most certainly, it’s been my shtick.

A LIST OF OUTGOING TEXT MESSAGES

11-2 thru 11-5

-More than anything!! thank you!

-yup. I'll be waiting.

-I don't have any.

-Adventure zone just you and me tommorrow?

-I'm going to be teaching a lesson but I could probably do both

-I won't be able to see you off

-absolutely

-'s okay. Paid bills this morn and realised i have negitive dollars and can't do anything ever again. :)

-no prob

-Honey is over here

-Do you have a hair trimmer?

-I will be a while, call me if it finishes before I arrive. your house yes?

-I tore my credit card up. I do have half bottle of decent whiskey tho. Interested?

-I took one I found on da ground.

-my foton is full of crumbs and empty of people