ascending hooked

a pregnant woman was at the atm. she took out the card and put it back in. a man came out of the car and they put the card in and took it out twice. i stood a safe distance but made myself visible to assert to a third customer that i should go next, thinking that there are only delays when time is important, then revising, thinking that i only monitor time when necessary. the third customer was a middle aged black man. he said two things to me and i responded "hmm" then "yup" because i could not understand a word he was saying. he was speaking a dialect of english that i've never been properly exposed to.

outside of the restaurant another woman was telling me that she was a pothead and lamented it. she showed her purse, with a cannabis leaf embroidered on it, saying "i mean look. really." i told her don't worry, you're 23, you're still in college. there are many reasons to believe your life is directionless. we were waiting for lorenzo, negotiating some pork buns, who was resembling a yakuza instead of a hawaiian, wearing a t-shirt that said "smart, good looking, and MEXICAN"

the host put his hand on my shoulder and asked if he could get me anything. another buchanan's on the rocks. he smiled, defeated, by what i don't know, and nodded twice, saying "yeah.. yeah." it was in a large styrofoam stadium cup. in the room were four aspiring television producers who wondered how the relationship between NBC and the former producer of "The West Wing" reflected on their own nascent projects. they would never speak loosely about television industrialists. you can learn more about television from these people than you can learn from the preemptive cynics of existentialism, who say so there's this one guy talking about how religion sucks and the other guy is going on a completely different level saying it's good and they're both masturbating into their own ears; god, give me a fucking break you think you're so smart. they aren't conditioned to be composed before the camera. "it's only that you shouldn't judge," i said to no one in particular. "they say that your essence is secondary to your existence, not the other way around." someone told me that he didn't even remember applying to that job, but now he's cloning livestock, performing the brutish task of cutting out dna from an egg with a micron scale pipet, inserting dna from skin cells, running electric current through and repeating a hundred times.

i'm not sure why i bother with weekends.