Stickdom
I’m a fixer. I fix broken things. It’s what I do.
A Silent Night...
A quiet night out on the town. The city lights quietly fade out of existence, leaving you to contemplate your existence illuminated by the streetlamps of a downtown road. It's Monday night, only a few hours left before Tuesday rolls around and you get to look forward to your next comedy gig on the other side of town. Tonight's performance didn't go so badly, it was amateur hour at a karaoke bar that just opened trying to drum up business, and Jerome had heard about it and gave you the tip they were looking for an act. The crowd was small, but lively, some looked like they had been there for several hours already, enjoying the all-day Grand Opening Specials. considering it was the beginning of the work week for most of them, you wonder if perhaps the owner couldn't have waited for a Friday night to get the weekend crowd. You made some nice tips on your way out the door, got lots of flirting glances from half-drunk men whose brain could probably only handle one primal thought at a time right now. One brassy fellow even scribbled his number on a napkin and tried to tuck it into your shirt as you passed by, but he ended up tripping over the stool and just half-heartedly tossing it towards your face. You couldn't help but give him a disgusted look as it fluttered to the ground, and he dragged himself back to the bar and ordered another drink without giving you even a second smile.
You've had a lot on your mind recently, Cedric mostly, though your mother also came up once or twice. If you weren't arguing with one or the other, it was both at once it seemed, and then the whole world might as well be against you. Last night at the fortune teller's shop hadn't helped much either. Why had you even gone? Maybe you had been drunk without realizing it, it wouldn't surprise you after the heartache Cedric gave you as he slammed the front door in your face on his way out that morning. At least you got a souvenir of your optimistic idiocy, that little card you walked away with had a little painting on it. You pulled it out of your pocket once or twice today, almost without thinking, it comforted you somehow. You could almost identify with the kids sitting in the picture side by side, looking out at the city in front of them as if they were detached from the rest of the world, just two friends being together. You really wished you had a friend right now.
A quiet night out on the town. The city lights quietly fade out of existence, leaving you to contemplate your existence illuminated by the streetlamps of a downtown road. It's Monday night, only a few hours left before Tuesday rolls around and you get to look forward to your next comedy gig on the other side of town. Tonight's performance didn't go so badly, it was amateur hour at a karaoke bar that just opened trying to drum up business, and Jerome had heard about it and gave you the tip they were looking for an act. The crowd was small, but lively, some looked like they had been there for several hours already, enjoying the all-day Grand Opening Specials. considering it was the beginning of the work week for most of them, you wonder if perhaps the owner couldn't have waited for a Friday night to get the weekend crowd. You made some nice tips on your way out the door, got lots of flirting glances from half-drunk men whose brain could probably only handle one primal thought at a time right now. One brassy fellow even scribbled his number on a napkin and tried to tuck it into your shirt as you passed by, but he ended up tripping over the stool and just half-heartedly tossing it towards your face. You couldn't help but give him a disgusted look as it fluttered to the ground, and he dragged himself back to the bar and ordered another drink without giving you even a second smile.
You've had a lot on your mind recently, Cedric mostly, though your mother also came up once or twice. If you weren't arguing with one or the other, it was both at once it seemed, and then the whole world might as well be against you. Last night at the fortune teller's shop hadn't helped much either. Why had you even gone? Maybe you had been drunk without realizing it, it wouldn't surprise you after the heartache Cedric gave you as he slammed the front door in your face on his way out that morning. At least you got a souvenir of your optimistic idiocy, that little card you walked away with had a little painting on it. You pulled it out of your pocket once or twice today, almost without thinking, it comforted you somehow. You could almost identify with the kids sitting in the picture side by side, looking out at the city in front of them as if they were detached from the rest of the world, just two friends being together. You really wished you had a friend right now.