A frivolous desire

I love my mums workmate, she brings me weed. 

And talks to me about things, i could never talk about with my mother.

<3

I think I just initiated a hot, steamy, sex fling with a fellow student. Self-esteem, is currently up ten points xD

Got the full extent of bi-sexual discrimination tonight.

We agued, I told him to go fuck himself, he told me I was a slut and greedy for being bi-sexual etc, etc.

People like this annoy me.

A Quick Dollar

And in the strange, early morning of my desperation. I found the sublime. Open 24 hrs.

The beer, ever so crisp found my lips. Scoping the room, I found only two other people in the establishment. The bar tender, and the reflection of myself in the beer.

In the most sombre of tones, the bar tender hummed, and randomly sung in unison with what appeared to be the tone of his life. Albeit, this song was in the top 100.

How absurd, I was now imagining, questioning, his ideologies on life, I wanted to grasp the man with all of my own rage.

But, instead I watched the bubbles from the bottom of the beer, float rapidly into the foam above; curiously I laid my head down on the sticky table.

I immersed myself in the alcoholic content of the glass. My face hugely distorted, I couldn’t help but build castles in the clouds…

“Hey mate, will you quit the fucking humming! I know you’re bored and all, but that’s where customer service skills comes in - think of the reflection you’re providing me of your place of work.”

Moments; they passed. The melancholy buzz of bar flies drowned out my rage towards him. That appeared to be his final straw. He jumps over the bar in one hulking stride. In what appeared to be the accent of the sleep depraved he coolly replied “how’s your day been… Mate.”

I had to hand it to him, for someone that has just been insulted. He certainly was as cool as my last menthol infused cancer stick; perplexingly enough I was so confronted by his sudden change in character, I was lost for words.

So my rebuttal? “flabbergasted.” I seamed rather ass-ish by demanding some exceptional customer service skills, and my reply was simply “flabbergasted” fuck, now I’m repeating myself. And I’m so intoxicated by my reply I didn’t notice he was having a quiet laugh to himself.

“we’re all entitled to those days, where everything seems better off, cheaper, or in the negative aspect, crass.” He then stood up, and took away my beer.

I was again, left flabbergasted. He walked past the bar entry, and did some fancy free pouring, and returned with a pitcher of an intense purple.

“need an excuse to be left in a state of flabbergastedness? Then try this.”

I analysed the man, and then the drink; and then with the fuck it mentality poured not only my drink. But my state of a shocked surprise.

It was good, in a bitter way. It was Niether sweet, nor repugnantly sweet. But mellowed and refined, like the man in front of me.

The doors flew open, and a women of stockiness walked past me. “OI drake, do you ever go home?” Drake, the refined and mellowed smiled, and his dark skin wrinkled around his eyes. “of course I do Margery, but that doesn’t mean I wish to go home.”

They both laughed in glee, an inside joke I was to never share. I stood up, and approached the bar. I put a 50 down on the bar, and uttered “for services rendered”.

They both looked at me in astonishment, and I left. With a final glance at my table, I saw my beer, drowning two bar flies and then I left.

The sun was just setting. And the city was turning into a trend, out with the old… And in with the new.