Today was Friday the 13th.
And a full moon.
After the past couple of sleepless nights I've been able to net myself about sixish or so hours of sleep in the last 48. But I was up early today and out running errands to makes sure all of my ducks are in a row for starting class, and hopefully work, this next week.
It was near sundown by the time I made it back to the room, then loaded up my practice gear and went out to the park to get in a decent workout even though I was bone tired and very seriously thought about just crawling into bed and trying to force myself to get some sleep. But, instead I did my usual training montage for about an hour and a half.
On my way back there was a lady. She was in distress and not entirely coherent so I escorted her to the nearest fire station a and the folks in there took care of her. After dropping off all of the practice equipment it was nearing dark. It being such a rare event. Full bright moon on a day so layered with superstition I loaded the light bag up with some first aid gear and a sword and headed out into the night.
I walked through the park, stopping at the castle to wait for Luna to show. Once here light was bright in the sky I headed down the trail and started towards the city center. But, instead of making it to where the bars resided I found the local pool hall. I thought it would have been more busy on a Friday night, but there were a number of open tables.
I stayed and played for a couple of hours. Trying out different trick shots and playing against myself. A couple of the locals came over and asked to play. The first guy said something about it being a "waste of time" under his breath. And the second was trying to gauge my abilities while giving off "Alpha Male Machismo" all the way down to his flaming skull pool cue. Me, playing with no powder for my hands, dead on my feet, and really not caring if I won or not messed with both of them. Leaving my balls blocking pockets or giving my opponent nothing to shoot at.
At just after midnight I headed out. I wanted to stay and play around on the table some more, but I had almost fallen asleep during my second match. So, I turned into a pumpkin and headed out the door.
I passed a club, music pounding inside, and mountainous men standing outside all wearing security t-shirts that stretched over their arms.
I chuckled and continued on.
