Just Wait

I burned two in the car, so I’m moving very slowly as I walk towards the club. I can hear the music echoing outside. There is a beautiful girl with a very loud voice standing outside talking to a dude that doesn’t care what she is saying. I see scattered people standing around before I enter, I say my various hellos to those I know and ignore those that I don’t. I walk into the club and melt into the crowd. The lighting inside gives the appearance as if everything was a mixture of vivid colors offset by the calming darkness I Slide around the bar to a location that puts me right in front of the DJ. I order an import and settle in between the bass line and fruity loops escaping from the speaker. As the notes find a home in my subconscious only inspiration and escape is requested. I am taken by the faces and shapes of the various women wearing perfumes that all smell of sexy. The bar tender is a little slow so I choose to order two the next time I see him. My zone is interrupted for only a moment by a bus boy as he bumps a table with some flyers on it. I decided not to pay attention as he quickly cleans up the mess he made.

While sitting at the bar I notice that two women have sat next to me and they are quickly surrounded by the lames begging to bankroll their night. I don’t say anything but I had more game in tenth grade). I gently tap the one sitting nearest to me on the arm and ask her politely “may I put my foot on the little bar between the legs of your chair?” Why did you ask me that, you could have just done it? “I don’t want to assume that I can just take over your space. I would much rather be invited to stay.” She gave me her number and told me to call her that night. I let the lames pay for her and her girl’s drinks.

Again I focus on the music. I came here to hear François and Clipp destroy the tables. Clipp walks in and passes me some smoke. I lit it with some matches on the bar as the flame became the sun of the universe in my hand I smelled the combination of tobacco and fire fill my nose. Honey taps me on the shoulder and says here I think you were drinking one of these. Apparently she pimped another import for me. I sipped it slowly and blew the smoke away from the crowd. They are not the kind to appreciate the gentle smell of ashes being created. I give her a kiss on the cheek and walk out side. I call my boy and tell him man I bet it would be sick to write about a normal day when I don’t even do shit. He said that shit would be boring I said nothing about me is boring, just wait. So this is a regular night for me, please tell me how you spend your time…….