Friday Pt. 2
A few weeks ago, I changed all my locks. Here’s a bit of fiction that’s more interesting than, “I just wanted to.”
Me: (walking in) HOLY ____BALLS! What the ____, man!?
Him: (sitting on my couch) Hello, Logan. I was worried about you. You weren’t returning my messages.
We ended up chatting for a bit.
Me: Why do you care so much? Who am I to you?
Him: (laughing) You may be the last honest man in New York. (thinking) In a city of bulls_____rs, you’re a man of your word. You’re unicorn. Who doesn’t wanna know a unicorn? Especially in my profession. (later) Like you said, rare things are valuable. That’s why.
RE Mike, Caligirl, Daisy, and Gradgirl have all called me a unicorn in the past too. I thought that was interesting.
To continue from my last entry, I was supposed to meet up with someone at 1:30AM so I thought I’d take the long walk home when I realized I was in front of Kathy and Ricky’s. It was after midnight but I figured they were good friends.
We ended up having some fine aged rum on their roof.
Me: I’ve never been jealous of anyone. But you, Cappy, and the fellas have what I’ve always wanted, family.
Him: (joking) You were always with one hot women or another. That’s pretty good.
Me: (nodding) It’s pretty good. But it’s not family. (looking away) Family’s the one thing I don’t get. F__k all. (looking at watch) I gotta go.
Him: Can’t stay for another drink?
Me: No. I’ve gotta meet someone.
A little while later, I see another old friend. He was with a young man I’d not met before.
Him: Logan! Meet John.
John: So, you’re the Logan I’ve heard so much about. (smirking) Are you as good as he says you are?
Me: (sitting down) I’m half as good as I wanna be. (sighing) But twice as good as he says I am. Let’s see what you’ve got.
It was late when I get home. For reasons I can’t fully – or don’t wanna – explain, I slept on my couch.
“Slept” is a relative term. The insomnia’s definitely back and it’s not leaving anytime soon.
I feel dull and vicious again but don’t wanna be.
I’m Sleepy Logan again, also – swimming on dry land and hoping not to f__k up the real Logan’s life.
I’ll tell you a story about a dreamer and butterfly one day, but for now, I hope to sleep and dream of the people I love.
Or at least sleep. That’d be nice too.
I just washed all my color clothes with bleach and hot water. This is not good.
I’ll be posting a lot this week cause Sleepy Logan and I’ve been awake and doing stuff.
Only mildly interesting.
Location: between dusk and dawn
Mood: so goddamn tired
Music: Let the rain fall, I don’t care
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