It's cold here now.
Wet, cold wind.
Not here in the picture, but here in my head.
Outside it is actually quite nice.
Not really though.
It is like I said.
I was in line at the airport and I remembered too late that I had my pocket tool on my belt.
I was all like
I asked the security guy if it was really that big of a deal?
Of course he says "yes" and acts like he should Taser me just for asking.
So of course then I just wanted to kick his shins and make a break for it.
Run Burger RUUUN!!!
Instead it had to go in the "trash" which really means into his pocket.
What a fucker. I know he was just doing his job.
But the way that he said I had to toss it...
I could just tell he really enjoyed that part of his job.
Which I can't fault him for.
One time I denied a customer her latte because she wanted to pay with a Canadian nickel.
I was like "Oh HELL no" and this was after I had already made her drink.
The rules are the rules, right?
Since everything is connected, I just reminded myself that it was no big deal.
I had a great time in Wisconsin, and this was just a way of paying my dues I guess.
So, there you go Universe, you're welcome.
Besides, even though it was a really nice pocket tool, it was not my favorite of all time.
This one was very heavy.
I actually had to wear a belt.
Soon another pocket tool will find it's way into my pocket/
Whatever, pass it on bro.
The past is the past and all that.
How are you doing?
I mean, how are you REALLY doing?
Any awkward dinners you want to talk about?
Cold sweats of panic?
Talk to me.
I'm all yours.