Tuesday, May 31, 2005
He sits and waits. He stares at the people going by; stares at nothing in particular. He really has no place to go. No place will have him, but the place where he sits.
So he sits... and he waits.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Their fodder grows as they gather around his slot machine. He's too consumed with putting his stack of bills into the next machine to pay much attention. Is it his $8,000 winnings that gathered them here, or the fact that each pull is $100?
And does any of this mean that much to him?
Saturday, May 28, 2005
" I really like this shirt" he tells her. Crumpling his last choice, he throws it on the shelf; much to the exasperation of the store clerk, who has to fold and return it. He does it again... then again.
Eventually the clerk just follows him around.
Thursday, May 26, 2005
She stands by the oatmeal boxes, confused. She asks everybody who stops by for their opinion on the best one to buy.
Is she indecisive? lonely? or just a cereal killer of time?
Wednesday, May 25, 2005
The cashier turns to the soldier in full uniform. "Did you just come back from the war?" she asks. "Yes I did," he replies.
She smiles. "Well it's my turn to serve you."
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
They're two totally different types of birds, yet they fly together in perfect harmony.
People need to learn how to fly.
Monday, May 23, 2005
The two men converse in French over lunch, as three ladies walk by speaking Chinese.
They're followed closely by two men speaking C++. It's all Greek to me.
Saturday, May 21, 2005
He wobbles as he tries to make it across the room. She takes his hand, knowing that he's learning how to walk.
The last time he learned was 80 years ago, but then you're never too old to learn.
Friday, May 20, 2005
He drops his bottle. Dad picks it up. He drops his bottle. Mom picks it up. He drops his bottle. Mom picks it up.
He looks at Dad.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
The nicely dressed man sleeps on the bench. He's either missing his bed...
... or his bus.
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
They stand out on the sidewalk. She screams at him and flails her arms, while he just stands there.
He stares. She stares. Then they flip their scripts and he starts to yell back.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Her friend holds up the "I love Bob" magnet and says, "hey you should get this!"
"Yeah right!" she snorts back. So much for magnetic attraction.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
She leaves the restaurant rubbing her belly. "Why do I do this to myself?" she complains, "I shouldn't have had dessert... I just shouldn't of had... oh look, ice cream!"
Ah, sweet addictions.
Friday, May 13, 2005
They open their hotel door to their guests... greeting them with smiles of merriment... and smells of marijuana. What happens in Vegas might stay in Vegas...
...if it can stay in your room.
Thursday, May 12, 2005
He finds a quarter and smiles at his good fortune. Rushing to a slot machine he gives it a spin. 7... 7... zip.
He walks off in search of more dreams... and more quarters.
Tuesday, May 10, 2005
They rise to the level of his giddiness, with high energy laughter more suited to a
cheap sitcom. His departure is met with rolling eyes, as they sigh themselves back into the silence from which he sprung.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
They corner him at the front of the store like a trapped dog. His barks of "this is harassment" and "get your hands off me" don't seem to deter them from wanting him out. He tries to grab the purse he claims is his, but they don't believe him.
He doesn't have shoes that match.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
The line is loyal to her when she runs away to get "one more thing." It's even gracious the second time too.
By the time #3 rolls around, the line abandons her cart like she did.
Friday, May 06, 2005
They stand along the edge of the conference room like trapped little mice. The Big Cat comes in and they all sing him "Happy Birthday." He implores them to eat.
They grab the food and scatter out the door.
Thursday, May 05, 2005
To celebrate Cinco de Mayo, they share a bottle. They slur their words and drool all
over the place. That's babies for you.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005
His friend signs his order from across the room. He patiently points as the hearing-abled teen struggles to understand his needs.
Fortunately, everyone there speaks fast food.
Sunday, May 01, 2005
He air drums to his favorite 70's song. She tries not to stare, even though he's notices her. "The year of my birth," he explains.
She just smiles and nods, doing the math in her head.
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