So I stared out the bar window. And I looked at girl passing by until she looked at me. She looked at me and giggled and thrilled then looked back but I had alredy looked away. I wondered if I had met her gaze again if she would have come in to meet me.
Then later I walked home. Through the busy areas. Looking for that again.
I cut through the park and one of a pair of girls approached me. We were all in the same state. Intoxicated. Walking. Getting on (as best we could, or know how). She stopped me, wlaked staraight up to me and said, "We need a hug?"
"All three of us?"
She looks back at her friend, "Yes."
We hug. We embrace for a moment and I suddenly have a feeling that our whole is greater than the sum of our parts. I feel like our humanity has comforted us more than anything else.
"Don't worry girls," I say, "Humanity is here." I give both of their backs a little rub, we thank one another, and carry on. As we all must do.
Two girls and a boy passed by after the park. The third wheel girl, obviously intoxicated, said loudly "I'm a professional penis inspector. But there's plenty of those [around here]." I wanted to say (I almost said it). "Curious, I have a penis. And I'm certain it needs inspecting." What would she have done?
I can only hope.
It is a struggle always. It will no doubt be one. We are lucky to have outlets.
The clock at the grocery is off by two hours. or two ours I almost wrote. This is disconcerting.
That ought to be remedied.
I could use a remedy.
What I require they do not seel over the counter.
