| Day 2
I awoke with the sun, and what a wonderful thing that was! It's hard to imagine that those who came before us had the pleasure of waking this way everyday. Though, if human nature is any indicator they took it for granted and found some way to grumble about it. What a silly little species we are. Desperately clinging to a hunk of rock, doing our best not to fall off. Spinning at a rate of 1,041 mph, circling our sun at 69,360 mph. All the while the sun is careening through this galaxy of ours at 43,200 mph dragging us along with it. Yet somehow, we always find something to complain about, instead of just admiring how lucky we are. We are alive at a point in time when stardust has evolved to such an extreme that it has the ability, the mental cognition to question not only it's own existence, but that of everything around it. Utterly fantastic! I think it is time for breakfast. Peanut butter Cliff bars, then back on the road.
I spent the next couple of hours just exploring the town. Rather deep into thoughts of the cosmos, I almost hadn't noticed how hungry I had become. I found my way downtown by about noon or so. Enjoyed some of the most wonderful meatballs I had ever had in my life off of a street cart. Of the joys of travel. After lunch I wondered a few more blocks before encountering a young man named Mike. He was playing this acoustic guitar much like a young girl plays with herself after discovering the joys of orgasm. While my harmonica skill are nothing to scoff at, I was nowhere near, nor will I ever be the musician that he is. Still I brandished my musical weapon of choice to join in the fun. After about 20 minutes, we had amassed quite the crowd. We played for another fifteen minutes or so, before taking a break to introduce ourselves. After pleasantries were exchanged Mike picked up his hat off the ground. We had made $60, of which, being the musician that he is, we split.
It was at this moment, while money exchanged hands, that my eyes fell upon the sexiest redhead I had ever seen. Addendum, anything added in italics is not part of the original entry. I am not one to use the HB rating system. This is a case I make an exception. HB10. No doubt about it. I immediately decide I am going to game this girl. Mostly because I have a huge thing for redheads. Partly because after the jam I am feeling super confidant. The following was our conversation.
ME-You're gorgeous, and I am awesome. I thought we should meet.
Her-Look of indifference.
ME-Yeah, you're probably right. You're really not that cute. But being the awesome guy I am, I thought I would throw you a bone.
Her-Scoffs, slaps me, and walks away.
Mind you I just got slapped in front of about 50 people. Of well, you win some you lose some. Mike was impressed with my style, and after bullshitting for a while, invited me to crash on his couch for the rest of my stay in town. He also invited me to a party his brother was having. I suspect he was hoping to see me get slapped again. Nice guy though.
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