Two hours until take-off. My traveling companion keeps to himself, which is a good thing. In fact, he seems to want absolutely nothing to do with me. Great. As long as I'm insured usage of the rental car in the evening and he asks no questions.
I remember how I used to come to the airport when I was younger and simply "hang out." I'd sit by myself and watch everyone coming and going, coming and going, coming and going. I'd often wonder where they were off to and whom they were planning on seeing. My friend Mark told me once about how he met an older woman at the airport, she was married, while waiting to pick up a friend of his and they fucked. I've heard many similar stories. Perhaps this was my motivation back then. Today, I'm hoping I may somehow score a bag of blow.
I also wish my traveling companion wasn't such a square.
Layover... OR things to do in Denver when you're dead...
Feeling numb. In lieu of an actual lunch I opted to buy two Corona's. $4.50 per bottle at Denver International airport, what a fucking rip-off. Desperation causes us to do stupid things though like spend money we really don't have. The firm doesn't reimburse alcohol so I should have bought a Taco or something. But instead, I slammed the two bottles back to back and now all I have left ahead of me is a 2 hour wait and a cool buzz shrouded around ringing ears like a blanket. On recommend of Ruksak, I'm reading "Hunger" by Knut Hamsen. I'm about 30 pages in. It's about a starving writer living in Oslo at the turn of the twentieth century. This poor fuck owns nothing, he's pawned all of his worldly possessions so he can eat and make rent. He's starving and flat broke and on the verge of complete insanity.
I can relate. Somehow.
"Hunger." It goes kind of like this ---------> Empty belly dull throbbing ache comes and goes in pulsating waves. Keeps me alert and distrustful. Luckily, I ditched my traveling companion, Josh. He has to take a different flight than I do. I earn a brief respite from his beady eyes unblinking reptile gaze so full of judgment - that dumbfuck. Next to me a fat man inhales juicy bacon-burger goodness smothered in dripping cheese. My knees knock and shake like I have to piss really bad. Tap dancing like Sammy Davis Jr as I stare at his burger like a hungry dog licking it's chops with wet, intrusive slurps.
God, I'd love a couple of Lortabs.
I brought my ipod but I haven't listened to it. I have yet to figure out the soundtrack for this trip. See, there's always a soundtrack - a specific tune or an album. I'll remain patient. We'll see how things go in Dallas. I sure hope there are some interesting people in my training class. I'd like to hit some local bars or clubs during my downtime. Meanwhile, I'll continue to take advantage of the hotel's shitty work-out facilities, high-speed wireless internet, free continental breakfast, and complimentary coffee.
8 comments:
Sounds like you have a rough life.
Everyone always finds room to complain, don't they?
i see black and white sometimes
like right now
your blog is white
my blog is black
and our lives are probably that different
and yet
i am so intrigued by your word
OH...the joys of of travel. i've been on the road weekly, for the last 3 months. i'm such a fucking hag now...i can hardly stand my own shadow.
the joy
An all expense paid trip to Dallas. Yep, must be pretty bad. Well, you're downtown for two hours - at least hit a porno theater or a bull dyke drag bar or something. Go wrassle with some coke junkies. Or will "The Firm" frown on that?
As for your invite to Dallas? Juarez is only an hours flight away. It is much more yummy here than that ominous technological terror. C'mon down, pelon. Gotta syringe laid out all nice and nasty for ya, big frosties of caguamas non-stop, a "lady" friend goes by the name a Tralala waiting to treat ya right, give ya candy an cigarettes....Wattaya chicken?
Bacaw...
layovers are that moment in the day where nothing counts. every minutes meaningless. at least thats how it seems to me. the waiting. the waiting. "another scotch and soda please."
those free continental breakfasts always ended too early for me. by the time i awok ethere was nary a doughnut to be scarfed down with cold joe.
if youre going city to city, put the pod on shuffle. let the soundtrack chose you.
I like jkg's suggestion of letting the soundtrack direct the movie. if you have any guided by voices you won't know where you might end up, but can be guaranteed that alcohol will be involved.
Two years ago while traveling on business (coincidentally, a training course...me - conducting the training), I had a layover at the Charlotte airport. I met a wonderful man there waiting to board the same flight. We struck up a conversation. We are getting married in two days. The airport has been good to me. Oh, and it's a good thing you weren't boarded ON THE PLANE while the fat man was inhaling his juicy bacon-burger - mixed food smells on a plane are the worst. I think so anyway.
Great bit.
Followed you here from Gray Matters. Lovely capture of travelling as an end, not the destination. I used to go early to train stations and airports just to hang out. Now I feel so isolated.
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