Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Now "Mad World" is playing. It is 5:22 AM. The sun has risen. Outside a tall guy has opened the trunk of a minivan. He’s carrying into the cafe boxes. I’m hungry and depressed that I lost three dollars to a person who gave me glass dishes and glossy paper with my name written on it. Also my girlfriend’s name.
We have been in this cafe for eight hours.
I hate my life.
My girlfriend thinks I lie to her a lot. I don’t really. I can’t remember the last time I did. The only time I can remember lying to her recently is about my feelings and feeling sad or angry.
I just lied to her about reading something she says I didn’t read. I sort of did but not entirely. I think that counts as reading it. It probably doesn’t. I am a liar. How can I even be honest about my lying. Ha ha.
The guy who took my three dollars is back and he says he has money for breakfast. The money he has for breakfast is my money. I want to stab him in the head a bunch of times.
New York City is great.
“Like a Bollywood type movie?”
I hate everyone in New York City. I hate everyone everywhere else. I hate Brooklyn. I wish I never had to talk.
There are so many stupid conversations happening at once. Actually it’s only one conversation. It could easily be about thirty conversations. These thirty conversations are coming from the hot barista. I want to stab him in the head a bunch of times, too. I probably think his conversations are stupid because I think my girlfriend is going to have sex with him.
She probably will.
David: how's nyc?
how was hong kong
David: boring and awesome
how is the internship?
me: awesome, i love everything i'm doing
i'm in a cafe in the west village right now
this is so cool
do you think you'll be able to come up here?
David: ha badass
yeah i think so. when would be a good time?
David: alright then i'll start looking up tickets. i don't have a job and do nothing everyday. btw guess what i found out eariler?
David: i'm transferring to emory
me: what holy shit
David: yeah, i literally didn't give it a second thought. i noly applied because my parents forced me to
me: whoa that's so cool
maybe your parents fixed it so you'd get in
maybe to make up for all of the years of abusing you
David: that would actually be awesome and might even redeem their poor parenting
me: it would for me
i'm at a cafe and there is a crazy person who keeps talking to himself, he is bald and really fat with fat rolls in the back of his head
now he's talking about his invented girlfriend
that's so awesome though
did you do really well in college?
David: man now that's awesome, can't get that anywhere else
me: you should come here as soon as you can
David: no, which is the really weird part. i have the exact same gpa as i did in high school, which is a 3.1
me: he just called me tom brady
that's literally a crazy thing to happen
even though a 3.1 is better in college than in high school right
David: you should take that cas a compliment
me: i am choosing to
this is amazing, i am facing a window that looks directly out onto mcdougal street (which is bob dylan's street in the village)
you should come here as soon as you can
David: min-blowingly cool
will do, just got to clear it with parents, which should be easy considering i jus tpulled off a fucking miracle
me: hahaha i bet this was a great father's day for papa cao
David: close, xu
me: even better
David: it's funny filling out forms with his name, especially when they ask for only the first initial
so what'd you do in HK
David: mostly toured the city and some scenic spots
doing much of the same in ny?
me: sort of. i've mostly been eating
i'm also living with my girlfriend, which is great so far
David: damn, nice. is she from there or did the both of you move there fort he summer?
me: she just graduated from new college, but yeah, next month she's moving into her own apt though
David: niice, dating someone with a degree already. you are a god sir
me: hahaha, likewise
this bald man is now yelling "miss" at my girlfriend
now talking to himself
now talking to someone else
David: lol is he right next to you?
me: no he's in the corner opposite to mine
what've you been doing
this city is amazing
David: pretty much noting.
i bet it is. everything happens there
me: it really does
what'd you want to do here
David: i don't know. what do you recommend? i'd like to eat at some famous/good places. and i guess any good concert/events that only happen in ny?
me: yeah i haven't been to many famous/good places so we should go to them
yeah there are free concerts in the park and stuff
i saw david byrne for free in prospect park a couple of weeks ago
so we could go to those
there are free movie festivals
i'm sure we'll get to go to some parties and stuff, or at least opium magazine events
David: damn, that already sounds awesome
almost all of the flights from bham to ny require at least one stop it seems, and thet all take more than 6 hours
me: this guy just came over who works at the cafe and gave us free glass dishes
shit that sucks
well hm which airline?
laura took a jetblue flight that was really short
David: ah ok, i was looking at sw
lol free glass dishes?
that is awesome
me: yeah and then he came over and wrote our names in permanent marker on some sort of glossy paper
and wrote "NYC" on it
David: any reason for this or was he just being badass
me: up. then he asked me for 2 dollars
and i didn't know what was going on and for some reason entertained him and it turned out i had 5 dollars and then he gave me only 2 dollars in return
and now i am out three dollars and am depressed
that's even cooler
me: i also think the dishes are from the cafe
i think he stole them
David: hahahahah, wow he must be a really lazy criminal or just crazy
ok how does july 6 or 7 sound?
me: that sounds fine except i might have someone else coming to stay with me for a couple of days on the 7th
i don't care it's up to you with regards to sleeping arrangements
David: oh where i sleep is the last thing i care about. as long as you're ok with two extra poeple staying with you
me: nah i don't care
july 6 and 7 is fine
i hate my life
i really miss that three dollars
David: heh can 3 bucks even get anything
a 2.50 falafel
a cup of coffee
David: great, now i'm hungry
me: haha i am too
but i've lost 3 dollars!
anyway i'm going to go back to my apt i think
David: hmm now i empathize with your conundrum
me: let me know about the plane details once they happen
yeah i empathize too
i hate my life
I think this fat bald man is now yelling “miss” at my girlfriend. He is talking to himself. Now he is talking to some else.
“Welcome to the Esperanto Café ha ha ha. They have really good chocolate cake,” he says to someone seated at the counter. The person seated at the counter laughs in response.
He walks outside and talks to two people seated on a bench. He walks back inside and sits down. He’s sitting in the corner opposite from me. He’s really fat and his head has a lot of rolls. Now that I look not so many rolls but some.
Now with his arm resting on his chair he talks to himself.
“This guy reminds me of The Shining.”
My girlfriend, Laura, might be about to cry. She might be about to cry because she can’t get her resume to meet her aesthetic standards. Her face is flushed anyway. Which is funny because I’ve never known her to have a high barometer for appearances.
Which explains why we are dating. I want to die.
Tom Waits is playing from café’s speakers. The speakers playing Tom Waits are posted in every corner of the room. Tom Waits is playing from all of them.
“The cat got fat, my girlfriend’s cat,” the bald guy tells the guy working behind the counter, who my girlfriend told me is hot. I believe her. He is hot.
“I’m so excited for my friend David to come visit us,” I tell my girlfriend. She isn’t going to cry. That makes me glad because it makes me feel sad when she cries. It's only natural that I should feel happy when she doesn't cry.
“Some guys find me attractive when I’m drunk,” this fat and bald man says. “He said ‘I’m on speed.’ I said ‘Speed it up.’ He bit my lip and smacked it in his jaws. I said ‘What was that for.’”
“Let me tell you something, when I lived with my girlfriend, every time she turned on me, that cat gave me solace. But then that cat got fat.”
“He said it was really philosophical,” the hot barista says. I wish I were the hot barista. The hot barista probably doesn’t wish he were me. This as I look at my reflection in the window and make a face that my girlfriend calls a “rapper face.” I make this rapper face whenever I look at my reflection. I am now looking at my reflection. I want to die and then “Fade Into You” by Mazzy Star starts playing from every speaker. Then I don’t want to die as much for the most part.