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I sit here drinking a green iced tea at Starbucks. I'm not a Starbucks person but I needed to sober up after my meeting with with the one before continuing to Tucson.
Phoenix started as I expected. I took Mason out to lunch. Mason is still enthralled with the idea of joining the Airforce. He's recently made plans to move into his mother's apartment with the hopes she will keep him in check by regulating his diet so he can get his weight to a manageable level for the military.
I saw Chance for the first time since August of last year. She's exactly what I expected. She has her weight under control but the scars on her back show as she wears a tank top. The result of nervous and obsessive skin picking. She can't help it and no one knows this better than me as I spent two years with the girl trying to get her to quit. She was pleasant and kind and asked me to take her dog. The little dachshund that I spent months training to be a civilized dog and has come to know only me as his master. I would take the little guy but I'm just not in a place where taking a dog is a good idea. Maybe a cat if I liked cats but I'm not home enough to take care of a dog.
My green tea is half gone. I'm not feeling sober enough yet to make the two hour drive. It was nice to see Lauren. The woman I desire more than anything. No woman has ever made me happier than her. She tells me of her desire to make cupcakes and open a business that caters to the cupcake eating, lingerie wearing crowd. Little does she know I would love nothing else than to sit in her cupcake shop selling cupcakes and lingerie while I imagine her wearing lingerie and I sit there writing my stories and escaping to my small realities. I would come out of these fabricated realities occasionally to glimpse her behind the counter handing a tray of colorful cupcakes to a kindergarten teacher who is spoiling her pupils because they behaved moderately well the previous...
I sit here drinking a green iced tea at Starbucks. I'm not a Starbucks person but I needed to sober up after my meeting with with the one before continuing to Tucson.
Phoenix started as I expected. I took Mason out to lunch. Mason is still enthralled with the idea of joining the Airforce. He's recently made plans to move into his mother's apartment with the hopes she will keep him in check by regulating his diet so he can get his weight to a manageable level for the military.
I saw Chance for the first time since August of last year. She's exactly what I expected. She has her weight under control but the scars on her back show as she wears a tank top. The result of nervous and obsessive skin picking. She can't help it and no one knows this better than me as I spent two years with the girl trying to get her to quit. She was pleasant and kind and asked me to take her dog. The little dachshund that I spent months training to be a civilized dog and has come to know only me as his master. I would take the little guy but I'm just not in a place where taking a dog is a good idea. Maybe a cat if I liked cats but I'm not home enough to take care of a dog.
My green tea is half gone. I'm not feeling sober enough yet to make the two hour drive. It was nice to see Lauren. The woman I desire more than anything. No woman has ever made me happier than her. She tells me of her desire to make cupcakes and open a business that caters to the cupcake eating, lingerie wearing crowd. Little does she know I would love nothing else than to sit in her cupcake shop selling cupcakes and lingerie while I imagine her wearing lingerie and I sit there writing my stories and escaping to my small realities. I would come out of these fabricated realities occasionally to glimpse her behind the counter handing a tray of colorful cupcakes to a kindergarten teacher who is spoiling her pupils because they behaved moderately well the previous day. Little does she know I find that to be a peaceful and fulfilling life knowing I'll drive her home at the end of the day just on time to catch some over dramatized fairy tale on the television.
Starbucks is full of people I expect to be there. The loyal customer sits in front of me who buys the standard $1.50 coffee and reads his newspaper as he's done the last 15 years. The student and the graduate student study on their laptops carefully. The grad student does not have a window open with facebook and is not listening to music through earbuds. The couple behind me talk about previous texting conversations they've shared while both hold their iPhones. The business man next to me makes notes in his iPad while a relatively empty briefcase sits at his feet. He talks on his iPhone setting up a meeting for an hour later at a different Starbucks across town. An older woman discusses Asperger's Syndrome as an older gentleman and a young woman takes notes. I wonder if this is for educational purposes or personal purposes but she talks of different stages and different intensities that people suffer from the disease. I wonder if these people suffer or if they are oblivious to their social awkwardness and find themselves quite normal in their own eyes. And if that's the case, aren't they doing just fine? There's a man listening to music from one laptop and has another laptop opened next to the first one. He goes back and forth and this person intrigues me most. What do you need two laptops for? I don't even have a guess. Two gentlemen, one old and the other young sit and discuss what I hope is a philosophical discussion of life with an emphasis in women.
I finish my tea and get up to piss away more of the four whiskeys I had while meeting up with the one but the bathroom is being cleaned so I sit back down to continue my observation of this place of meeting and drinking of beverages that do not affect your mental state like the ones I'm trying to clean out of my system.
As I start to feel myself sober up I hear the older woman discuss with the older man and young woman the young woman's problem and more notes are taken. I need to pee and I wonder if I should stick around this place for one more beverage to ensure my sobriety. My thoughts linger on Lauren and the kiss on my lips I received. It was friendly but I still felt her warmth and wished to partake more of her drug.
I'm going to pee now and make my trip to Tucson with thoughts of a cupcake lingerie boutique I hope to one day occupy with my words and thoughts.
Phoenix started as I expected. I took Mason out to lunch. Mason is still enthralled with the idea of joining the Airforce. He's recently made plans to move into his mother's apartment with the hopes she will keep him in check by regulating his diet so he can get his weight to a manageable level for the military.
I saw Chance for the first time since August of last year. She's exactly what I expected. She has her weight under control but the scars on her back show as she wears a tank top. The result of nervous and obsessive skin picking. She can't help it and no one knows this better than me as I spent two years with the girl trying to get her to quit. She was pleasant and kind and asked me to take her dog. The little dachshund that I spent months training to be a civilized dog and has come to know only me as his master. I would take the little guy but I'm just not in a place where taking a dog is a good idea. Maybe a cat if I liked cats but I'm not home enough to take care of a dog.
My green tea is half gone. I'm not feeling sober enough yet to make the two hour drive. It was nice to see Lauren. The woman I desire more than anything. No woman has ever made me happier than her. She tells me of her desire to make cupcakes and open a business that caters to the cupcake eating, lingerie wearing crowd. Little does she know I would love nothing else than to sit in her cupcake shop selling cupcakes and lingerie while I imagine her wearing lingerie and I sit there writing my stories and escaping to my small realities. I would come out of these fabricated realities occasionally to glimpse her behind the counter handing a tray of colorful cupcakes to a kindergarten teacher who is spoiling her pupils because they behaved moderately well the previous...