Tonight Bryan and I were driving into Chapel Hill to get some dinner and he begins telling me about this guy that comes into VisArt (his current place o’ employment) whom everyone calls “The Masturbator.” As that moniker might imply, this dude comes into VisArt with the sole intent of hanging out in the porn section with his hands down his pants. Bryan says that occasionally this guy will surface, hand still securely down his drawers, stare at one of the female employees for a bit, and then retreat again into the porn room. The world is so full of strange people; I shall never be bored.
Bought a bunch of books today at the used bookstore downtown, including some old Faulkner, Graham Greene, and a book of Vonnegut essays that I had never seen before and which I am pretty excited about. Certain people who owe me thirty dollars better be glad that I was occupied in sharing an umbrella with a very dapper Will Walter coming home from the comic book store and that I didn’t have a free hand to ROB and KILL them.
Starting with my next paycheck I think I’m going to begin setting aside cash for travel adventures, the first of which will be a trip to Korea to see Cassidy-my-love. A bit more should be kept for later when I decide to escape the country for a while.
I have big plans involving a down comforter and rain on a tin roof, so goodnight.
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