Speaking of the Devil and Angel

Sometimes we think of something so hard they just come true, or you simply have a bad horoscope

Speaking of the Devil

Walking towards the mundane yet historic venue of mardigras, I was having a monologue (it was a dialogue three days ago but it just became a monologue after bringing it up like every hour) about a brute that said I was a lame, uninteresting, lifeless pedestrian. Avoiding all human contact in a mardigras was impossible, so, me and my friend took a detour, and look who I came face to face with, the brute in the flesh. I didn’t have time to think of a civilized dialogue, that is why I gave him the next best thing… a dirty hand salute. Dirty because I touched the handle bars of a certain 24 hour convenience store, that is just disgusting.

Speaking of the Angel

After leaving the mardigras which we did not dare enter (I would not pay just to get squashed) I was walking toward the bus station, at the pedestrian lane a cosplayer just popped into my head, with no reason whatsoever, she just popped into my head, it is not that I miss her or anything, it was a random daydream with no apparent or logical basis. A FEW SECONDS later THERE SHE WAS the cosplayer called out to me (she had bags which means she came away from a far away galaxy), and my first line to her was “I was just thinking about you”, which by some strange alignment of the stars, I was just thinking of the cosplayer… now that is just scary, if I were the cosplayer I would run. So she asked “Why?”, I just gave a lame reason that there was a cosplay tomorrow at the mardigras (half truth, obvious lie), but truth be told I wanted to say that I am a fanboy of hers, her wit, her i-don’t-give-a-damn-what-you-say attitude, her perfect nihongo accent, her will power, her enigma. I didn’t have time to think of a civilized dialogue, that is why I gave him the next best thing… a dirty hand salute. Dirty because I touched the handle bars of a certain 24 hour convenience store, that is just disgusting.