out and about

I’ve been in the habit of taking my work outside the house. When it comes to me doing something creative, I have to leave the house now. Maybe my chair is too uncomfortable? It’s one of those aluminum interrogation chairs that police question suspects in. Maybe that’s why it’s uncomfortable so that suspects will just confess to the crime since the chair is so damn uncomfortable; they just want to get out of that chair.

I need to have strangers around me. They help me. Like the other day, I went to a well-known coffeehouse to work on my backstory. It was extremely helpful. So was the tasty drink.

Today I did the same thing. It was just so hot at my place, and the open glass door out onto the balcony was doing NOTHING to help the hotness, so I went out to a different location, but the same well known coffeehouse and wrote there. And it was funny. Two ladies in their 20s wanted to sit at the table I wanted to sit at, and at first it was “cool” with them cuz then I could listen to their conversation and maybe even work on my transcribing skills-hey maybe I can get into doing subtitles for films—but then again I wanted to work on other things, so I saw another table open up, and I apologized but then said, “Hey, look another table” and then I just left. And those girls didn’t care, but then I thought, “Shit I just missed my chance of listening on very interesting conversations.” Then again I didn’t want to get caught typing their words on my computer. What would they do? Would they peek? Make me erase it all. Actually it doesn’t even matter, they’re 10 feet away but talking loud enough for me to hear.

Damn people can’t park worth a damn, they have such a hard time doing right turns into parking spots. Then again, I think 90% of my parking spots are on my left or just those slanted parking spots. WAIT, I did do a right turn parking spot yesterday, and it was total perfection.