Some days I hate my stomach. Especially days like the last five. Curse you foul stomach bacteria/virus/monster. I will not know peace until you are dead!!!
Random guy sleeping in chair on first floor of tower. Probably homeless.
He woke up, repositioned his brown felt blanket, looked my direction, and said “Those are nice shoes.” He was referring to my three year old grey Reeboks with orange highlights — the cheapest pair on sale at Kohl’s at the time.
“Thanks,” I replied.
He pointed to his white shoes and stated, “These are spartan shoes. For a while I wasn’t sure if I wanted to live or die, but I decided to live and became a Spartan so I got these shoes.”
A few moments passed as I glance towards my book deciding if I should continue reading or keep talking.
He continued talking. “I don’t know if I like this jacket, I don’t think I want it anymore.” As he said this he threw a blue windbreaker onto the unoccupied orange leatherish chairs. Four chairs sit in the corner of the first floor in a mini art gallery on the first floor of the Municipal Tower.
I suggested, “Well it’s important to stay warm though you might need it.”
“Yeah. This weather really has been bothering me lately.” He lowered the hood from his red hoodie. His dark brown hair and youthful face indicated his age to be mid-twenties.
The Spartan began to talk more about his lifestyle. “There’s two elements of life. There’s the solid and there’s the risk.” He points to me and says, “There’s non risk…,” and then points to himself before continuing, “…and there’s risk. Do you have the time?”
I dug my cell phone out of my pocket, “7:49 AM. Which means I’ve got to go to work actually. It pays the bills — it gives me somewhere warm to sleep.”
“Another part of being a spartan is breakfast. I’m going to go find breakfast. See you around.”
“Alright, see ya later.”
I got my hair cut yesterday. The “men’s salon” was incredibly nice. Upon arrival, the hostess took my coat, hung it on the coat rack, and offered me a complimentary beverage. After five minutes, I was taken back, got my hair cut while making small talk and glancing at flat screen TVs on occasion (but no important games were on so it didn’t matter much). As part of the service, I had my hair shampooed, received a neck/shoulder massage, and got a warm-towel for my face. I loved it. My “beautician” helped me pick out some new hair stuff, too (Fiber Paste — sounds weird, but works well).
I’m rocking the fauxhawk again.
As I was having my payment processed I made small talk to the hostess. She was super cute and distracting and very likely hired for that reason. She mentioned how she’d really been wanting to see Juno. I mentioned how I’d been wanting to see it, but hadn’t found anybody to go with yet.
So I got her name, said “nice to meet you,” and left.
It took me thirty minutes to realize I should have asked her to the movie. I’m a moron! But at least a fabulous-looking moron.