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04/11/05 08:20:41 am
Back in the basement... with another entry in the journal of Walter the Frankenstein monster. Even though it's spring and warming up outside, the concrete walls and floor still keep this place pretty cool. I have the window open to get some breeze and sunshine, but still there's a chill in the air and I have to still wear my slippers. Damn that floor gets cold, even through the carpet.
I was hoping to see Sin City over the weekend. Instead my funds were low and it will have to wait. Ironically, I was able to scrape together enough money for beer. Maybe the money thing was just an excuse on my part. Choices, you know? What is important and what's not.
For instance, I had been planning on going to see Jerry's band Friday night. Instead, I monkeyed around at work to milk the clock and went across the street to a local coffeehouse for the rest of the night. I guess I didn't feel like going into Chicago. It's a real pain in the ass to get in from Joliet. (Yes, I know there's the train, but if you're hanging out at a bar in Chicago, then have to make it all the way back down to the Loop to hit a 12:30 train, it's a royal pain. And anyone who lives here will tell that parking is an exercise in futility. Sorry, New Yorkers, I have no sympathy for you on this issue.) In my own defense, in case you're sitting there think that I am a total bastard for not seeing Jerry's band, I did have to work at 8:30 on Saturday morning. Been late too many times lately to take chances.
But, still even without the movie and without seeing the band, it wasn't a bad weekend. This guy I know, Dwight, was working at the coffee house. He says that he isn't sure what it is, but the amount of good looking women that come into this place is phenomenal. Especially on a Friday night. I guess that's the real reason that I camp out there, in the corner with a book and the biggest cup of coffee I can get. When, you're nearing thirty and have no prospects , well it sure beats the barflies. Sure I know that I've got no shot in hell with any of these women, young or older, but there's something about just seeing a beautiful women that just makes you feel more alive. Sort of like seeing a really bright sunset after a rain. Your whole heart opens up, you breathe a deep breath and the sunshine (in this case, the sight of the women) just fills you with hope and peace. Peace with your surroundings and your life, even only for a moment. Hope that from that moment, things will get better, that you will be better. And you know that you can't capture that sunset. You know that you can't take it home and keep it in a box, preserving it so that it never fades. Nope. All you can do is take in the moment and appreciate it. It was lucky that I got to see that, you think to yourself. Part of what makes it so special is that even though there's a sunset everyday, has been since the beginning, and will be until the end, each is unique, and its transience is what makes it so special.
So it is at the coffeehouse. Some girl walks up, orders her drink, gets her drink, and leaves. Five minutes. Seven tops, if there's a line. But those few minutes are enough to lift a man's spirits to carry him through the next week.
I make no apologies. Think of me what you will. I am not a womanizer. I don't date much, but the girls I ask out are few and far between, mostly because I look for more than just a pretty face. However, sometimes that pretty face is a great substitute for that sunset. And sometimes it lasts longer.