I was staying with family in altoona, Pa, sleeping on their back porch with my pooch and riding a bike- working a job at a dish T.V. office as a janitor. starting pay 9.00 bucks. first day I hated it and knew 8 hours cleaning up after 50% morbidly obese that ate a diet of all day soda and microwaveble food was bad. and i was almost expected to be talkative at all times. i like too much quiet for that joint.
i had probably 3 days in when i had a few days off and decided to go have a solitudinal day at the local Motel 6, drink and play ukulele and write. i roll in feeling very good about getting away from my families house and being alone for a night or two. i pulled my old wagon in to the spot and had to move being i parked in front of the wrong room. i had my dog sit while i pulled into the new spot when a pretty blonde gal wlaked out and conversed with my dog. she asked if he was mine, "Um, yeah thats why he's right there." Well, a rarity in my monkish ways, she took interest to me and we exchanged numbers and she asked to hang, after i did my few errands of walking a mile down the road to acquire some baritone ukulele strings. i got a text from her when i got back saying I was cute or something to that extent and that she was gonna come over to my room. she came over, in too much ghetto make up. and up front as she was invited herself to drink with me. We walked down to a bar where i was supposed to wash dishes when i was last around town. Later after a few beers, that I paid for she said she could tell i was a little taken aback by her. i up front told her she needed not that much make up that she was fine without it. Well it got weird from here, after her come ons. She admitted she had come here to commit suicide and that somehow i had unknowingly convinced her to not do it. and that i was some kind of savior. she admitted to being an ex junkie and showed me her "old" tracks. this didn't drive me away i am open minded i guess and a gal's company was kind of nice, though even in her midst i still had that misanthropic tug to spend my day as intended, chilling in my room with my dog drinking beer. now, she was on her phone constantly, for what I did not know. but would I sign for Western union cash coming through at the grocery store? sure. we walk down and its sketchy doing it because she has no I.D. and i have to sign and show mine. she immediately buys another six pack, which I'll say, the splitting of the first earlier she fucking slammed. we get back and there's a black dude waiting for her. she hand's three others and says c'ya and heads in with him. . . okay. I feel twisted after her presence. Like she had some unseen poison or force I couldn't quite figure. i fucking missed her already, but when she was around I was kind of thinking how to ditch. So later on that eveing she knocks on my door and comes back in and chills. night ends later when i tell her I'm hittin the sack. The next morning we both had agreed a sleep over would have been well appointed-through text. oh well. i am no poon hound anymore.
i see her the next morning when i'm out with my dog and comp. coffee. Not in as much a mood, but she hangs a minute, me helping her pick up the shortest of butts from ash trays and her smoking them. she is very warm towards me as i tell her i have to work this day. she hugs me and kisses my face. and loves up my dog as we depart and tells me I better hear from her again, i tell her a phone works both ways. TO BE CONTINUED>
i had probably 3 days in when i had a few days off and decided to go have a solitudinal day at the local Motel 6, drink and play ukulele and write. i roll in feeling very good about getting away from my families house and being alone for a night or two. i pulled my old wagon in to the spot and had to move being i parked in front of the wrong room. i had my dog sit while i pulled into the new spot when a pretty blonde gal wlaked out and conversed with my dog. she asked if he was mine, "Um, yeah thats why he's right there." Well, a rarity in my monkish ways, she took interest to me and we exchanged numbers and she asked to hang, after i did my few errands of walking a mile down the road to acquire some baritone ukulele strings. i got a text from her when i got back saying I was cute or something to that extent and that she was gonna come over to my room. she came over, in too much ghetto make up. and up front as she was invited herself to drink with me. We walked down to a bar where i was supposed to wash dishes when i was last around town. Later after a few beers, that I paid for she said she could tell i was a little taken aback by her. i up front told her she needed not that much make up that she was fine without it. Well it got weird from here, after her come ons. She admitted she had come here to commit suicide and that somehow i had unknowingly convinced her to not do it. and that i was some kind of savior. she admitted to being an ex junkie and showed me her "old" tracks. this didn't drive me away i am open minded i guess and a gal's company was kind of nice, though even in her midst i still had that misanthropic tug to spend my day as intended, chilling in my room with my dog drinking beer. now, she was on her phone constantly, for what I did not know. but would I sign for Western union cash coming through at the grocery store? sure. we walk down and its sketchy doing it because she has no I.D. and i have to sign and show mine. she immediately buys another six pack, which I'll say, the splitting of the first earlier she fucking slammed. we get back and there's a black dude waiting for her. she hand's three others and says c'ya and heads in with him. . . okay. I feel twisted after her presence. Like she had some unseen poison or force I couldn't quite figure. i fucking missed her already, but when she was around I was kind of thinking how to ditch. So later on that eveing she knocks on my door and comes back in and chills. night ends later when i tell her I'm hittin the sack. The next morning we both had agreed a sleep over would have been well appointed-through text. oh well. i am no poon hound anymore.
i see her the next morning when i'm out with my dog and comp. coffee. Not in as much a mood, but she hangs a minute, me helping her pick up the shortest of butts from ash trays and her smoking them. she is very warm towards me as i tell her i have to work this day. she hugs me and kisses my face. and loves up my dog as we depart and tells me I better hear from her again, i tell her a phone works both ways. TO BE CONTINUED>
