It's 1:09am.
Blasting in my ear is French Big Band music.
I've never heard something so strange.
Suddenly the music changes to salsa.
I'm slightly thrown off gaurd,
and slightly irked that i can't listen to my own music.
The bathroom is orange.
I don't like using it,
because i don't have anywhere to rest my eyes,
except for the brick wall, behind the toilet.
It's so old and broken,
that there are holes.
I zip my jeans,
and i peer through the wall.
Outside, i see a large black man.
He's wearing a long, grey coat.
I see another man approach him.
He's small and sad.
and shoved deep into his pokets,
his breath steaming from his lips.
They stand there for a moment,
in silence.
they get close,
then they turn and go their seperate ways.
Huh.
I look into my reflection,
and my eyeliner is the thickest it's ever been in my life.
I look very scene;
i feel very scene.
i feel empty,
and my eyes reflect it.
I can't escape my vices, it seems.
i frown at myself,
and I go back to my seat,
and two boys sit across from me;
on a date.
after a few minutes,
one asks me,
"Are you Matty B.?"
"Uhm.. Yeah. Do we know eachother?"
"Oh no, but i know you from myspace."
"Well, nice to meet you."
Akward. my computer is almost out of battery.
So i will leave.
and now,
I will go home, alone.
and thank the lord that I am sober today.
Matty B.
