pancatantra

This week has been a pretty good one. For the most part I don't remember it though, so I better jot down some thoughts before I forget them.
On thursday I got my hair done by someone besides myself, I enjoy it soo much when I have a person I trust. This was the first time a strait guy has cut my hair. Jerome does everything right, what a wonderfull city. I'll miss it. But I can't leave as soon as I was planning, I'll tell you why.
Then last night I got some more art done, if you saw it it would be needless to say that I'm sore. Lately I've been his last appointment of the day on Fridays, so it's cool, not as many people wondering in and the other tattoo artists take off early. We basically get to hang out and do it alone without interuption.
When we got done it was only about 8:20 pm, yet, when I went outside it only took a minute before the first drunken person started talking to me. Now, all the spots in between the buildings of Jerome are kind of lonely, secluded. I had been on the way to the haunted hamburger (a bar sceen) to get myself some dessert to take home. This guy starts hitting on me and it takes a great deal of interest for me to take the time to understand what he's saying. I've always been interested in people, the way they think, the things they do, and why. Anyway, at first I was a little frightened, but then I relaxed myself and I spoke with him for a moment, then continued to speak a little as I walked away. Granted I enjoy getting genuine compliments, but he was drunk, so I don't think it counts. --He introduced himself and shook my hand, but didn't want to let go. He asked me if I hurt myself ( because of the bandage) I told him no, it was fresh ink. He seemed to have ignored my reply and he went on. He asked where I came from, I giggled a little and told him "Avatar" (my tattoo shop), again he at least miss hear me because he wasn't listening for an answer, just what he wanted to hear. He mixed a few sentences in one (like someone dumbfounded, or in this case drunk) but he basically asked me if I wanted to "go back to the bar" This is what I think he heard when I said Avatar=a bar. I said no and he persisted "where are you going?" I told him I was just going to get some chocolate cake and take it home. He says "where's home?" I told him what city I lived in, and he says the worst thing possible: "Why do you want to go all the way down there? My place is right up the street." hahaha, yeah, that'll get me. I let him know I have two kids I want to get home to and replies with " I like kids" (at least he heard what I said this time, most guys like that can't miss the word "kids" coming from a girl they're trying to pick up.) By this time I'm thinking: I'm done playing with you, go away now. He says: "can I be honest, I want to get to know you really bad." haha, I'm thinking "You still have no idea why I have a bandage on or where I came from." This is when I started walking away, he says, "God girl, look at that figure" (Yep, I get to see it naked every day, haha), anyway, I get to the door and he says one last thing " so what, am I never going to see you again?", I gave one final reply "probably not" and walked inside to what I hoped was safety.......
I go in and sit at the bar and asked the bar tender for what I wanted. When he went around the corner to get it the next drunk guy starts in talking to me...this guy looks like Vincent Price....he asked if I was hurt, I sighed "no". Now, by the way he was drinking his drink and how much was left I'd say this guy has been there for more than an hour. So, when he got up and came over to my side I thought he was going to ask to buy me a drink or something similar. No, he asks a totally unexpected question. "Not to be rude but can I have your seat?" Okay, this guy is interesting. I'm very leanient, I don't have a problem with getting up and moving for him. He kinda mumbles " there's just some people" but I looked around us, and the whole place was equally spaced out, there was no one more obnoxious than the next. Actually, the whole place seemed rather calm. I'm still interested in that person's life. I want to know the whole story.
Too bad I'm not a writer, else that story would have been much easier for you to endure. Well, if you read it, thank you, you're a real friend
Now I'll tell you why I want to stick around for a while longer. I've been aske to be one of twelve girls to be a part of something great. I'm stoked. But once that is done I'll have to go to some shows to "represent"--check this: "I'll be marked as an Avatar girl." hehe