Thought I'd kick it a little old school today.
Little bluetooth keyboard, my phone propped up with nothing on the screen but the cursor and the words that take form behind it.
I miss that most of all man.
Coffee shop energy. Soome chill music, smell of coffee roasting, light chatter, a piece of biscotti to dip in the Americano that I was too proud to admit was too bitter for me.
"Black Coffee and unfiltered ciggerettes. That's how real men do it."
"Why don't you go hang out at a coffee shop and write anymore?"
"Lack of access more than anything else.
When I was young, gas was cheap, work was easy and sleep for the weak. So hanging at the coffee shop was more of something to do between school, work, work, sportsing, theatering, and getting up to my general nonsense of teaching science and english literacy.
Ya know, average highschool stuff.
Now.
I don't really have a reason to go out anymore. Friends are few and far between.
With eveything as tight as it is the little pleasures I afforded myself like movies and comics have been largely set aside in favor of focusing on my physical and mental recovery.
Going to movies is fun.
I don't mind going by myself.
But there are times when I look to the empty seats to either side of me during an early show, or the strangers that fill them during the rare evening show, and remember the literal hundreds of people I've sat and watched movies with.
And I ask myself.
Am I really the last one standing?
Or the only one still seated?
Watching the credits roll and comenting to an empty auditorium about the oddities of job titles and marveling at how many people one production supports.
Maybe not empty.
Filled with the ghosts and memories of old friends.
Tales of our exploits echoing in the silence."
"Hey uhh, Where'd you go there Jack?"
"huh?"
"I asked why you don't go to coffee shops to write anymore."
"Just too busy and too quiet at the same time."
"You're a weird dude man."
"You don't know the half of it man."
