constant funk

shit.
And today I wake up to this #pigroastintheghetto

And today I wake up to this #pigroastintheghetto

Best book I’ve ever read

Best book I’ve ever read

Hey look who’s here to party

Hey look who’s here to party

Tonight I picked up a shift and it was particularly busy, so I thought I’d treat myself to some peanut butter cup waffles. I show up at red arrow and its chaos, there is a line and three people had just been kicked out and as they angrily shoved their way past one of them said to the waitress (who was an older woman) “have fun serving pancakes when you’re 60, bitch” and that struck me and I was standing there thinking oh god, I hope that’s not what I’m doing at 60. Meanwhile getting that sinking feeling in my chest that people are awful and this is why i avoid chaotic places. And they were so rude and the waitress looked about in tears and i was just watching all of this craziness and a booth was open and it was just me and this other guy. “You going to take the booth?” He asked. “Naw, I’m a server and I hate it when a single takes up a booth” which I wasn’t thinking but that was probably a wrong answer because now I just let go of an awkward balloon if he wanted the booth. After about a 30 second pause, “Wanna have breakfast?” I asked him. He looked at me funny but said sure and we sat with coffee and he asked me about my art and acted genuinely interested. By the end of the meal the waitress who was upset earlier had caught on to our awkward booth date and came over and had a chuckle with us about it and that was nice to see her big smile. After the meal the man thanked me for inviting him and talking with him and he snuck away and paid for both our meals. Moral of the story: not everyone sucks.

Two summers past. July 2012.

June 2014

June 2014

June 2014

June 2014