A night of boredom

A girl walked through the door, casually asked me
if I had a phone she could use.
I pointing off to the right where the bathrooms were.
She walked away, reaching into her jeans
digging for a quarter. I turned my back to
my book, wondering why my shoes felt so
weird today. They did not quite fit right.
Smoky in here tonight. Simon must have left
the frier on too long again.
Wonder why candy bars are so expensive now.
I used to get them for a quarter. God, what am I doing here,
I should be doing something else. I should be
hiking through the Andes, carrying everything I own on my back.
Yeah, more like that. Dammit, that brown spot on
the floor is annoying. And where the fuck is Simon?

Wonder what my roommate is up to
Probably banging that girl he hooked up
with last week. Don't know how he could do that. Nothing worse than
tracks on a chick...damn. But hey, he
paid rent yesterday for both of us. So it's cool, I owe him.

Wonder what the Andes look like.
I bet they are huge, saw a picture of them
once, in school I think, my spanish teacher had slides.
The people there just seem cool, dark
hair, pale blue eyes, not like here.

The girl wanders back this way,
I can tell she is fiending pretty hard, so I kick her
down a pinch, as well as my last new rig.
She looks at me like she knows what
she owes me. I hand her the junk and say
see ya round. She kinda looks down at
her feet, then back up to my face, gives me a whispy
smile and heads straight for the bathroom to hook up.

Sometimes I am generous to a fault, that was
my last pinch, and even my last clean rig.
I know I am going to cramp like hell tonight, but
she was about half and hour from it, so it is cool.
Yeah, its cool. Been thinking about kicking for a while now
anyway, just have not gotten around to it.

Wonder what the air up there smells like, I hear
it is like a mile or two above sea level.
I bet it smells cool.

Dammit, that brown spot is really bugging me.
And goddamn it, where the fuck is Simon?
Not that I am doing anything or anything, but
it is his fucking job, not mine.

That girl....damn, bet she can't be more than
seventeen, on an old day....but she looks either
twelve or thirty, who knows with junkie chicks...whatever.

What would I bring? hmm....I definatley
would bring one of those cool swiss army
knives, the one with the toothpick and everything.
Those rule. And a cool backpack, so I
could carry all my stuff. And some food
yeah, that would be cool too. Lots of snacks
from this place. There are lots of good snacks here.
I would definately clean out the hostess aisle.
Those things kick ass. Well, she is back and
I can tell it is working well, she is all bright and
smiley now. Wonder where she shot it, she is wearing
one of those spagetti strap tank tops, and
there are not tracks. she must
live with her parents. Probably inner thigh.
Ouch. Bet she's horny as fucks right now, whenever
I shoot around my balls, that is the first place I feel it.

She comes over, thanking me, more like looking for a
screw. I hate that, chicks like this make it seem
like they owe something. I hate that, just take the
fucking junk, and get out. Damn, what is so difficult
about that? She will surely thank someone out there.

Maybe some cool hiking boots, the guys
who model them on the tube seem to know what they are doing.
Yeah, definately some boots. Christ, where the hell
is Simon....fuck it, I will do it myself.

God this bucket is nasty, all sorts of
crap has been in this mop bucket, I had to
clean up some nasty shit the last few weeks.
That guy who spilled his guts all over
the entranceway, that girl who apparently was
not into tampons for some reason, and
that old guy who just could not find
the bathroom quickly enough, god, what a mess.
Well, the mystery brown crud should feel right at home.

Fucks, done. God that is nasty.
I am going to kick his ass when Simon shows his face.
What the fuck? why is that girl still here?
I thought she had bailed.....and what
the fuck is she all grining about...shit, what the fuck?
And here comes Simon....OH SHIT!!
Now I know where he has been.
Fucking great. Here I am mopping up his mess,
and all the while he's in back having that girl do the same thing.
That rules. I can't help but laugh, that kicks ass.
I hand the girl a napkin, because
she's got some leftovers in here eyebrow, god.

I am laughing like a madman now
and I can't seem to stop, it is too funny.
As I hand her a napkin she gets all pissy, because
I am laughing like a hyena.
She wipes it off, and then looks me dead in the eye
and slowly licks the napkin, just to piss me off.
I roll into a ball of maniacal laughter
and hit my head on the edge of the
counter as I fall off my stool.
Tears are now rolling off my face
I can't help it, it is just that funny to me.

Simon gets bored and walks off to have a smoke
as I continue with my fit.
The girl is now totally pissed as hell because
she can't figure out what could be so terribly funny.

She goes around the end of the counter
and starts kicking me, which only
makes me laugh harder even though it hurts like hell.
Pretty soon I am bleeding
but still really feel like the Andes would
be really cool right about now.

Wonder if they have comfortable shoes there
just in case my boot plan falls through
because mine still feel funny.
I wish she would stop screaming
it's hard to think about the Andes
while there is a screaming, kicking junkie beating you.
Fuck it, she'll be coming down soon.
Ya know, just had a thought, Simon gets a blow job, and I get my ass kicked.
There has got to be a lesson in there somewhere.
That rules.

Oh, and yeah, some of those old rusty cooking pans too
those look like they would help.