I strolled The Street last night. I enjoyed it, but I didn’t find what I was looking for.
I finished seeing a movie last night, “40 Year Old Virgin,” — it’s disgusting, don’t see it — and wasn’t satisfied with my night so I headed down to The Street. I thought, being a Saturday night, the newly-returned college kids would be packing the place. They weren’t. Must’ve been the early-evening rain. I walked up and down The Street hoping not to get drunk and wash away my worries, but instead to see or talk about something real.
Several people asked me for change. This was real. They were cool about it and said “thank you anyway” even when I told them I didn’t carry cash.
“I take plastic,” said a man wearing a black mask and cape.
“Sorry dude, I can’t do that,” I replied while grinning back at him.
“I’m joking. Thank you anyway, man.”
He continued down the street still trying to find what he was looking for. I continued the opposite direction still trying to find what I was looking for.
I came to the end of the street across the road from the building I parked my car in. Instead of leaving, I sat down on some bricks built around some trees and flowers. Several drunk college students walked past — some beyond awareness of how child-like their actions were, but unaware because they simply hoped to find what they were looking for.
A man walked by while speaking on his cell phone. He kept talking and walking. What he was looking for wasn’t in front of him, but with another person in another place.
Couples walked by at intervals. Always walking, not always talking, but I don’t know what they were looking for.
I knew what I was really looking for that night. I came close in those brief seconds with the caped man seeking change. Turns out I’m seeking the same thing, but I didn’t find it either.