Ah, another perfect day in the virgin state of post confederate society. I spent the day in this last week of my indentured servitude sanding a floor with a massive, dirty, noisy, machine. I don’t know why it was so pleasant but it really was. Not encumbered by the presence of my overseer, I could simply day dream and grind hour after hour barefoot and shirtless without a worry in the world. I thought about this and that but nothing too important. I pondered my lack of a railroad but decided that I have it pretty good despite that one deficit. When I got home I took a shower, dealt with the animals, made a cup of strong coffee, and then played guitar and sang for a couple of hours. When it got dark I headed out into the cool rain and went to my favorite bar for a nip. I was sitting there reading about the machinations of OPEC when someone sat down next to me. I never look when someone sits by me. I try to stay in my space and concentrate but after a minute I ascertained by the voice ordering that it was a girl. Now it was harder to stay in my space but I continued reading. After about five minutes I stole a glance and saw that it was a girl named Mindy who was now known as Lola. Hmm…! Well I’d met about three new girls in the last couple of months but I just couldn’t apply myself for some reason. It’s almost like I’ve finally learned something though I’m not quite sure what. I will say it right out, I would happily have brought Lola home. She’s tiny and cute and I’d seen her running (literally) around town for the last couple of years. My impression was that she was thoroughly insane which explained why she sat next to me. We started talking and she said that she always thought I was quiet, which was a notion that I proceeded to dispel. We talked about biology, physics, electrical and mechanical engineering, energy, religion, hometowns, nutrition, unconditional love, animals, California, human nature, order, and…, well the works. I did detect little flickers of madness but she was much more composed than I had anticipated. What DO you do? I watch people pick up girls all the time. I happen to know some of the most talented girl picker uppers in the world. I just can’t bring myself to do it though. I have a dreadful passive streak. I didn’t ask for her number or anything! She asked me what kind of school you’d have to go to in order to build a hair drier. I told her how to build one from scratch. That’s the kind of thing I know! Good God, she could have added two years to my lifespan in one night! Well, I will keep my eyes open. I’m a big fan of anticipation and chance. Never plan around human dispositions I say! I forgot all about OPEC’s plans. That was good.
