Day 90: Doesn't do well with silence

             1. You don't put baby into a corner.
             2. I feel like my body is naturally producing sudafed but I still want to take more.
             3.  I hate text messages and it feels like an easy way to keep me at arms distance.
             4. I'm already taken for granted.  Persistence persistence persistence.  You people drive me crazy.
             A more personal blog post again.  I was watching "The Muse" today because Albert Brooks is alright.  Some of the lines that he has his friend acknowledge as "great lines" which said friend proceeds to jot down in his little notebook aren't really very good lines at all.  That script could use some rewrites.  Not that my script doesn't always need rewrites, it does.  But, you can just keep on rewriting something ad infinitum.  Little red squiggly lines.
              Real life needs to stop happening so I can enjoy myself.  My writing isn't great but it's better, right?  It's atleast better.  I'm going out for a run.  See you guys in a few.
             I hate being at home.  Absolutely hate it.  Which is perfect because that should make me want to get out.  I am happy all day until I get home and then I feel like complete shit.  Well part of it's the cold.


            The door swung open and Space Cowboy and Kenny jumped.  An old timey looking felow with a straw hat, overalls, and three teeth hit Kenny with the door,   Lights flickered from the rafters inside.

            “Space Cowboy?”  The old man asked.  “That’s Space Cowboy ain’t it?”  When he verified that it was in fact the Space Cowboy he cowered back in fear.

            “Fellers, it’s the Space Cowboy’s back!”  The Old Man said.  A group of similar old men scrambled like cockroaches from a circular table.  A tray of nachos spilled on the wooden floor.

            “Calm down, calm down, I’m not here for you.”  Space Cowboy said, walking into the center of the room and staring up at the ceiling.  He pulled a chain out from under his shirt collar and removed it over his head, somehow fitting it around his oversized cowboy hat.

            “He’s got the key!”  One of the older man said.  They scattered to the far ends of the room, one with a wide scar over a shallow trench in his eye.  Kenny approached behind Space Cowboy slowly, puzzling over the significance of the key.

            “That key, now, you insert that key into something?  What are you unlocking?”  Kenny stared like a child having candy dangled in front of their face. 

            Space Cowboy climbed the stairs and felt his hand getting sticky.  It was covered in black soot, the railing a dirty mess. 

            An egg shaped box sat in the middle of the room upstairs, light refracting around it from the concave onyx windows.   He stood between the metal horseshoe shaped platform and a blue cone of light shone from the center of the platform up into the sky.

            “That’s it for the space travelers getting in here once he hits that thing.  Damn shame too.”  An old man whistled between his teeth.

            “Blue lights going to swallow up everything, just like it did in the Radama galaxy.  Soon ain’t going to be nothing here but Federal workers.”

            He twisted the key and the security system powered up.  The voice of the paper in the bag laughed a maniacal laugh.  The stars in the sky suddenly became visible, and then disappeard with a light speed haste.  The building started shaking and Space Cowboy fell backwards, catching himself  on the back of his neck on the stairs.

            Kenny stood trembling at the shaking base of the tower.  There was a loud “ding” noise and the sky turned into a big blue net.

            “Did what you want me to do, Space King!  Now set the girl free!”  Space Cowboy yelled into the picture.

            Back at the bar, underneath the neon mounted bucks head, Space Cowboy and Kenny sat alone nursing a pitcher.  Space Cowboy pulled his cowboy hat down over his eyes, the bartender eyeing him warily whle shining a glass.  A table of roughneck type of guys were talking loudly about the shield being in place.

            “This is probably the last bar we wanted to go to, Space Cowboy.”  Kenny said.

            “I just wanted to see Diane again.”  He shook his fist.

             

             Made it halfway to 500.  And it was awful.  Still day 90 though.