any other day

today, I woke up at 11. I often sleep late on days I don't work. and days I do work. I always sleep late. sue me.

I decided to go downtown, and my bus left from the stop across the highway at 12:15. I got online for a bit, went to take a shower, walked to the bus stop, then remembered I had forgotten my bus pass, walked back home, and back again. by this time it's 12:45. obviously, I missed my bus. I wasn't too worried tho, there's one that leaves every hour tho.

I sat by the bus stop, which is just a sign by the edge of the highway, and wait. I have no idea how long. I was sitting next to a mexican fast food chain. there were some guys out doing the landscaping and one of them asks me to move several times as he cuts the grass. after a while, he stopped and stars talk to me. I'm still unsure why. he was very friendly tho. only problem was, he didn't speak english. I don't speak spanish. he motioned cutting the grass, and said "taco cabana." I took this to mean the obvious, he does landscaping for the fast food chain. he says, "all taco cabana. austin. san antonio," and he used his hands to motion driving. I asked him if he does all the ones in the state of texas, and he nodded. he asked me if I am a student. "english?" I said no, I just live here. and work. he pointed back to his work, and says goodbye. I don't know his name. doubt I ever will.

a bit after that, my bus came, which was good, as it was getting hot. it was 15 minute ride or so. some days I'm not comfortable on the bus, because I'm worried I'll get stuck somewhere. not today. I didn't mind the bus, or the thought of getting stuck. whatever happens is fine.
I got to my next stop, and switched bus lines. there was a man on the bus with a backpack from the poker website I play on. I asked him if he plays, and we talked about the online poker industry. when he got off, a man across the bus starts telling me the first man was full of crap. I asked why, and he said some things that didn't really make sense. I said ok.

I got off at my stop, on the university campus. it's a fun place. I love places with people. I love to watch. and there are so many people here. mostly my age. it's fun. I walked around, found the bookstore I came down to see, but the book-signing I'm here for doesn't start until 4. so I have time to explore. after I walked past the bookstore, a man asked me if I have a moment for the environment. I told him yes, I do, but I'm going to spend it somewhere else.

after walking for a bit, I came across a car accident. there were 3 cars totally smashed. 2 firetrucks, 4 police cars, a couple ambulances. I walked between the police cars to get to the sidewalk. I passed a lady a few houses down that commented on it as I walked by. we stood and watched it for a while, and she told me it was 5 cars, but they'd already towed 2. she commented on how sad it is that it happened, because they were such beautiful cars. I laughed and told her to have a good day and kept walking.

I passed the Church of Scientology. across the street there are some very alien looking purple plants. coincidence? I think not.

I went and sat under the shadow of the capitol building. I smoked a cigar, and read my book. Letters to a Young Poet, by Rainer Marie Rilke. it blows me away how much it makes sense, tho it was written over 100 years ago. he talks about concepts that I've been working on the past few months. I was extremely surprised to see how relevant his writings are.

once I finished my cigar, I walked back to the bookstore to finish my book. I had just enough time to finish it before the book-signing started. the author was Anita Thompson, the widow of Hunter Thompson. Hunter is a hero of mine, and someday I might say more about him. for now tho, it was about Anita. she arrived late, and described some of her life with Hunter. then she read some of her book, and took some questions. I could go into more detail, but it's really only interesting if you're not a fan of Hunter. so I won't.

afterwards, I walked to the bus stop and caught my bus home. it was extremely crowded, being the first bus leaving after classes had gotten out. we filled up the bus too the point where people had to stay and wait for the next one. as the bus drove off, as packed as it was, I saw a guy with a cool hat, which looked kinda like mine. wait. mine. I felt the top of my head, and there was no hat there. damnit. I got off at the next stop, and called sam for the number of the bookstore. I called them, and they said they didn't have it. that kinda pissed me off, as I liked that hat a lot. then I realized that if it was really gone, then it must be time for me to find a new look. so I got on the next bus, and about that time got a call back from the bookstore. they had found it, and were holding on to it. it's been almost a week since then, and I haven't gone back to pick it up. it's kind of out of the way. I might try tho, soon. if not, I'll find myself a new look after all. we'll see.

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if you know me, you know I'm forgetful. some things deserve to be remembered. some days, while seemly ordinary, are worth writing down.