puddles from another dimension.

There are always puddles of water that stagnate beside the curbsides here. It doesn’t even rain all that much, but there are sometimes puddles that are the size of a pond and I watch as people parallel park into them and then have to hop to the sidewalk. It’s normal. People just hop back and forth over them like there was a storm or something when there wasn’t.
I’m eating a horrible breakfast burrito for lunch. It’s cold and tastes really bad, but I paid for it, so I guess I’m just shit out of luck.
I want to go home, wherever that is. I’m not quite sure anymore. I’m thinking mountains. I’m thinking clean air sans other-worldly puddles on the streetside.

no more free refills.

on this somewhat cloud-covered miami afternoon, i am beginning to shake from the immense amount of caffeine pumping through my entire being. i have seven different internet tabs open, three instant messagings going on simultaneously and my third refill of house blend steaming on the side. it's only 2 pm.

at this rate i will be going on cup number 5 around the time i clock into work. cup number 6 right after the clouds finally begin to leak onto the outside garden of the restaurant and cups 8-10 by my walk home.

the man across from me has a laptop with a picture of an alien on it. it's alien brand or something. i feel like i've seen him before and asked him about it. if i ask again, he will know i'm weird.

this man is interesting because he has one crooked eye and is covered in obama paraphenalia. his navy t-shirt: obama. a package of bumper stickers (which he has made no effort to distribute): obama. he even has matching rec specs sitting beside his alien.

although he has a healthy amount of voter registration forms, he hasn't approached anyone. it's like he had a great idea and then chickened out. i do that sometimes.

i don't want to be a chicken. i want to be extraordinary. maybe i'll get the nerve after another cup or two.

don't count on me.

this is the tag line of my 27th year. i've heard it three times in the past two weeks. don't count on me? of course not. you're a schmuck if you do. count on yourself.