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My mother always told me that sneaking is the same as lying.
Last night I waited up till around two a.m. I'm not sure what it was I was hoping to find but I know I didn't find it. I went to bed very suddenly feeling sick. I woke up just as suddenly as I fell asleep just four hours later with a prominent feeling of disaster. I couldn't fall back asleep, and had a horrible thirst to quench so I put some dickies over my pjama pants and a hoodie and sauntered out to the car. Everything was closed but the laundromats and a cafe and I had to go clear out of gingerville just to get a soda. The gas station I arrived at, just across from the mall, is apparently twenty four hours. If you've ever heard the saying 'never shop hungry', i've proved to myself that you should never shop with a thirst so strong you have a mouth full of frothy milky spittle. At the counter with my big rig of mt. dew amp, two rip it's, an orange juice, and grape soda, the clerk is striking up a conversation with another restless man this morning. I get the feeling he had no where else to be and no one else to talk to, and they just kept repeating themselves.
"I could sure use one right now, but they're all sugar free. How does the sugar free taste?"
"I don't know, I don't drink anything that is sugar free, it instantly gives me a headache"
"Yea it's too bad they're sugar free. I hear it tastes nasty"
"Yea i don't know I haven't tried it"
And it seems to go on for minutes. After I finish paying, I decide to stand with them until a break in their banter.
"What is it you're trying to decide on?" I ask.
"The redbull" The older black man replies. I was in a way surprised at how openly I was invited into the conversation. The company I normally keep is wary of someone joining into their conversations.
"Ah, I've never had the sugar free of that either, which is strange since I have a four pack of the regular kind in my fridge. I drink them with liqour."
They both laugh and go through another cycle of their verbal game of pong over how one has heard it's nasty and the other wouldn't know. I wait for this to go by before joining in again.
"If I may make a recomendation" I interject at the first appropriate pause, "this is fairly effective"
I point to the '5 hour energy' shots. A tiny bottle with an almost chalky fluid, no more than a shot glass.
"It's not that tasty, but if you throw it back and chase it with a soda, it's no worse than taking a shot of liqour and works more effectively than any energy drink. You won't crash afterwards either. I drink it when I work two shifts in one day."
"I think he's right" the clerk chimes in, "i have a guy who comes in and get's one almost everyday"
The man thanks me for my insight and I take that as a cue to leave. Everyone on the road seemed to be in such a rush, but I don't know why. There wasn't even much traffic, so I can't imagine where the road rage was coming from.
So now I'm home and even the television hasn't woken up yet. Comedy central is still in its infomercial stages and I have a few instant messesages from just after I passed out last night. They come from two people I don't want to let down and they imply that I have, simply because I wasn't awake at the time. I've gotten a reputation for being a night owl but i can't be online every night past three a.m.
So I'll close on this, one more story.
Twice now I've stayed up too late with you. Once in your arms and once wishing I were there.
Last night I waited up till around two a.m. I'm not sure what it was I was hoping to find but I know I didn't find it. I went to bed very suddenly feeling sick. I woke up just as suddenly as I fell asleep just four hours later with a prominent feeling of disaster. I couldn't fall back asleep, and had a horrible thirst to quench so I put some dickies over my pjama pants and a hoodie and sauntered out to the car. Everything was closed but the laundromats and a cafe and I had to go clear out of gingerville just to get a soda. The gas station I arrived at, just across from the mall, is apparently twenty four hours. If you've ever heard the saying 'never shop hungry', i've proved to myself that you should never shop with a thirst so strong you have a mouth full of frothy milky spittle. At the counter with my big rig of mt. dew amp, two rip it's, an orange juice, and grape soda, the clerk is striking up a conversation with another restless man this morning. I get the feeling he had no where else to be and no one else to talk to, and they just kept repeating themselves.
"I could sure use one right now, but they're all sugar free. How does the sugar free taste?"
"I don't know, I don't drink anything that is sugar free, it instantly gives me a headache"
"Yea it's too bad they're sugar free. I hear it tastes nasty"
"Yea i don't know I haven't tried it"
And it seems to go on for minutes. After I finish paying, I decide to stand with them until a break in their banter.
"What is it you're trying to decide on?" I ask.
"The redbull" The older black man replies. I was in a way surprised at how openly I was invited into the conversation. The company I normally keep is wary of someone joining into their conversations.
"Ah, I've never had the sugar free of that either, which is strange since I have a four pack of the regular kind in my fridge. I drink them with liqour."
They both laugh and go through another cycle of their verbal game of pong over how one has heard it's nasty and the other wouldn't know. I wait for this to go by before joining in again.
"If I may make a recomendation" I interject at the first appropriate pause, "this is fairly effective"
I point to the '5 hour energy' shots. A tiny bottle with an almost chalky fluid, no more than a shot glass.
"It's not that tasty, but if you throw it back and chase it with a soda, it's no worse than taking a shot of liqour and works more effectively than any energy drink. You won't crash afterwards either. I drink it when I work two shifts in one day."
"I think he's right" the clerk chimes in, "i have a guy who comes in and get's one almost everyday"
The man thanks me for my insight and I take that as a cue to leave. Everyone on the road seemed to be in such a rush, but I don't know why. There wasn't even much traffic, so I can't imagine where the road rage was coming from.
So now I'm home and even the television hasn't woken up yet. Comedy central is still in its infomercial stages and I have a few instant messesages from just after I passed out last night. They come from two people I don't want to let down and they imply that I have, simply because I wasn't awake at the time. I've gotten a reputation for being a night owl but i can't be online every night past three a.m.
So I'll close on this, one more story.
Twice now I've stayed up too late with you. Once in your arms and once wishing I were there.