Mecahnical Rodents

5 things found in my room
-car side mirror
-a box of dead mice
-old tennis racquet
-bruce lee poster
-three cases of beer

Lonely

Its that weekend in january when they’re going to have mardi gras parade out on the streets again, and it may not be the weekend yet but the people joining the mardi gras are already getting on my nerves, its almost midnight and they’re drumming on the streets for practice caring less that sleep doesn’t come my way at night.

My head hurts too because I’m worrying about of things from work, I am going through a hell lot of papers from contracts, quotations and government permits that they are almost driving me nuts, and the very precious time I have to lie in bed at night and think hakuna matata then some eager paraders have to practice out loud on the streets. Last tuesday night my head hurt a lot that I had to go out of the house at midnight for some beers, I couldn’t stand being at home anyway. I went to this bar, it was a tuesday night and there weren’t much people around so I sat at the bar ledge by my lonesome. All I could see there was a wall full of liquor bottles and some porcelain figure of a chinese mythological war god with his paintbrush beard and a pole arm spear. I was thinking how funny why he ended up in the middle of a wall full of liquor bottles, perhaps guarding them or something, like if I were going to have my own wall of liquors, I’m going to get my gundam models lined up in front to guard them.

It was depressing sitting and drinking there by myself. I felt I wanted a conversation, sometimes my lonesome and this goddam pressure from work gets into me that I wish I had a girl whom I could talk about this miserable life and she would be smiling at me, that’s one thing I miss big time.

Then some guy who was sitting beside who I think was gay, threw a pick up line to me hoping for some conversation himself, he told me how he saw me often but I wasn’t up to talking to him so I just didn't mind him and then he just left, he could have been some melancholic like myself though I felt I shouldn’t have been so rude. Soon the bartender came up to me after my third bottle and asked why the long face “is it about a girl sir?” I told him I have a lot of things to worry at work, I didn't want to go talking about how depressing my night is or why I am here in the first place because of the racket on the streets at home. We ended up in a conversation though, and I think it was better to have a conversation with the bartender than with somebody who just came up to you who looks gay.

I got home around three in the morning and I did get good sleep after that but still my head hurts today and that lonely feeling is just getting worse.