8/28/99
The Denny's Situation Part II
So, I'm back in my little padded corner. This time I think…ow, thinking hurts…I know where I am. It's amazing that all the drugs haven't gotten to me yet. But they will, and when they do, you'll know! I only hope I will know as well.
The girl who was here last time is gone; she retreated back to the dark corners of my mind. I wonder what she is doing, or doing to me for that matter. I can feel her banging on my skull, trying to get out so she can confuse me again. And I'm confuzzeled enough to begin with. But I won't let he out this time, unless the drugs tell me to, and I hope theydon't!
Fuck! I need more coffee, but no one is around to give me more, not that I really need more. Until tonight, I never realized how hard it is to fit 20 packets of sugar into a Denny's mug filled with coffee. It really makes a mess!
I see people walking in and out. They're staring at me as I stare back at them. I wonder what they are thinking, why they look at me the way they do, but then again, do I really care? And what the Hell is wondering worth if there is no reason to wonder in the first place? I'll never know what they are thinking, and I'll never know if I really care. Oh well…enough of that!
Damn that girl. The pounding is giving me a headache. I still remember that night, me looking through her eyes, her looking through mine. Wondering what each other was thinking, but deep inside knowing we knew what the other was thinking.
Finally! I have more coffee, still as bad as it used to be, but now with more sugar! But is it really sugar? Or have some drug lords stashed their Coke in the sugar packets? The sugar seems more like powder now, strange it is! What is this world coming to? Coke in sugar packets, mud used to make coffee. And yet, almost every night, I come back here to endure it over and over again. I'm starting to babble, the drugs are kicking in I think…ow, that hurt! Well. So now what?
I'm now staring at the sign that should be so familiar to me. Yet it seems so strange every time I glance at it. I used to have a life outside of Denny's, his name is Jay. But then my life started hanging out at Denny's too! Who'd a thunk it?
I'm waiting for my life to get me out of here, to take me anywhere away from here. And when I leave, I hope to leave behind that girl and the drugs. She has stopped pounding on my skull; maybe the drugs have gotten to her instead of me. It's probably better that way. Well, I think…owe, got to stop doing that…that I will go to sleep in this comfy spot I have found while I wait for my life to return.
What will I find when I awake? A full cup of mud and coke? The girl I don't want to see? Or some figment of my imagination created by the drugs that race through my blood? Who knows? Maybe you'll be there and that might be interesting. Well, see you on the other side


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