The End of Another Bad Idea…

     The night was an unforgiving mistress. I kept on periodically waking up all night long. At least I felt slightly rested. I look at my cell phone next to me. 7:45, fifteen minutes until I have to actually get up.
     I start to hear a slow tapping on the roof and I can only imagine that this cannot be good news. Rain starts to fall hard. Real hard. I contemplate if whether or not my small car is a suitable vessel worthy of sea exploration. Perhaps if I put on some goulashes, get out, and tie some tree stalks to the sides of the car I can get her afloatin’ and head off wherever the sea will take me. The sea seems like a more ideal unforgiving mistress than the night. Then again the night will always be following me. It’ll be like I never divorced her and she’ll be following me around forever. Actually now that I think about it, a mistress is someone you see on the side, so if both of those are my mistress then what am I married to in the first place? Oh yeah I forgot… bad luck.
     The rain finally lets up. I prepare myself for my last ditch effort to salvage my new life. I change into a red t-shirt, jeans, and a black hoodie; grab my bag; and then get out of my car. The sun is up and that is definitely a plus, but there are a couple of deep pools around my car. I nimbly maneuver around the puddles and then jump down the ledge at the end of the lot. I hastily start unbuttoning my jeans with some difficultly due to the fact that I really have to pee. The streaming urine coming out of my penis helps to make the dirt around my feet look even more like pudding. I was never a big fan of pudding, mainly because it’s almost a little too similar to shit. I’m mean sure it doesn’t smell or taste like shit, but aesthetics is still something I look for when it comes to food. Imagine my problem with mayonnaise…
     Finished with my current urethral endeavor, I start to move on to the task of brushing my teeth, but before I can reach into my bag I hear a voice from above me.
“Hey man, what’s up?”
Slightly surprised I look up to see a black man, probably in his late thirties looming above me. He’s wearing some black athletic pants and a white shirt.
     “Oh, hey man…”
     “It sure was raining a lot this morning, wasn’t it?”
     I’m starting to think maybe he’s just in for some random conversation, but why in at the edge in the middle of the parking lot for all places? I should probably keep things to a minimum so that he doesn’t think I’m sleeping in my car and also to seem uninteresting as to make him end the conversation soon.
     “Oh. Yeah. I hope it won’t be like this all day.”
     “Actually I think it’s supposed to start raining again soon. Wanna come on up to my apartment to get out of the rain?”
     Crap, I hope he doesn’t think I’m homeless. I mean I know I am, but still… The more people in the area that know this, the greater the probability will be that I’ll get booted out sooner than expected. Trying not to add to the validity of my own suspicions I try to just reply as polite as possible.
     “Um, no thanks man; I’m actually about to head to a job interview thing over on the west side of town, but thanks anyway…”
     “Oh okay, that’s cool.”
     He starts turning around to walk off, but then stops after a few steps and walks toward me again. Thinking the conversation was over I also had turned around to look in my bag but seeing him moving toward me out of the corner of my eye led me to react and look towards him again.
     “Are you gay?”
     Dammit, why me?
     “Uh, no man… I’m sorry.”
     “Oh, okay.”
     He starts walking away and I keep my eyes on him till he leaves the area. Got to stay on my guard, who knows what kind of creepy things could happen when I’m not looking.
     I groan to myself and then get back to work. Finishing with a record time of fifteen minutes and a rather awkward interaction later, I’m ready to head on out.

     I can’t really tell whether it’s the bus or I that is late, but either way I leave from the bus stop later than expected. The ride through town is a rather enjoyable one for the most part. Winter always seems to make the trees stand out more on these kinds of excursions. At first I think it’s due to the wind blowing more during the winter season, but the more I thought about it, it seems to really make little different which season it was. I’m sure it mainly stems from the fact that it’s cold. Since the temperature is low, it’s even more uncomfortable when the wind blows. By noticing this, you then notice how the wind affects other things as well. Maybe that’s just me though…