How the fuck did he know? I told Her. Does she really care? Maybe. He asked about my night. Let's call him Blue.
Now Blue was a dick. At least when I knew of course, that was awhile ago, always feels like it's so long ago, hope this feeling lasts. And like all things here, starts with a story.
It was like some kinda game, I really wasn't paying to much attention. (I know now it was actually the zoo.) And Blue was enjoying the sights and foods, if I believe. He might have been with family. So along comes some security guard, he was whistling, poorly to some dumbass tune, Blue says. Now Blue wasn't in his uniform, but still carried his radio, it could tune into any station, in case of emergencies. He carried it just in case. The security guard noticed it and was immediately suspicious. His whistle gets faster in tune to the pop beat, as he approached Blue to Simply ask him. What-a-fag, Blue says. Blue also says, he got right up in his face about it, got really aggressive. Blue gets hostile, what the fuck did he do wrong? Blue lost it at this point in the story. His arms fly up, FUCK! These are my rights. I got them from congress... Blah... And is protected by... Blah... My attentions turns to more pressing matters like cigarette count, oh fuck, is it already that late?
Right lost my keys had to come into work late, and all outta stock of everything. Really think the universe rubber bands? Well it feels like its leaving welts on me.
The story ends, no resolution, they are all now discussing the fucking song now. Lady-whats-her-Face. What-a-fag.
"Oh wait!" Blue stands-up and whistles the tune himself. perfectly. slowly. away. Head down in shame.
While the story had ended, his raving started. Another distraction. If only I didn't already have so much to do. Well this is my job. Gotta-maka-da-cash. Once I graduate my class time I can be a real writer. Doubtful. Oh wait, I'm being selfish again.
Back to Blue, OK he's done.
Sometimes I forget he's a marine. Or was it a soldier. Some warrior. No, not a warrior. Your a defender.
But also a dick.
Don't worry, sides of a coin, as with any story. (Really hope he doesn't kick my ass, I'm so sick of fighting with skin)
Back to asking about my night, oh right, almost forgot this started with Me. I'm such an ass.
He asked about my night, it became a 10 minute conversation. His other buddy ditched him. He seemed happy... Happy. Like maybe he was glad he got to brighten someone's day. He doesn't have time for that shit, he has 4 other defenders roles to play. Yet he visits me, and he makes me feel safe when he's here. Wish money would just play to him. And to think I think this is hard, your stronger than me. That's why you do what you do. Sad, I just write. So frail... Here in the cold damn grey. (Holy fuck, emo-shit)
Felt good to be noticed. Not for the fame, for the compassion.
Feeling inspired. It was a warm day, not in weather.
