Denny's

I wrote this a few nights ago at Denny's.

Bryce left me to my own devices this weekend. I guess he was attracted by the allure of tang. It’s not that I don’t understand, I just realize that I am a complete loser. It is amazing to me how good the programming is with local cable on a Saturday night. I usually don’t watch much television on the weekend. Then it came to me: there are millions of losers just like me watching well written, witty sitcoms wondering if they too could have something interesting stirring in there life. I have concrete. Fuck it, I hope Bryce gets laid for the both of us. I must live vicariously through him.

I keep thinking to myself that I had better do something with my life. I should go to school, or I should start flying again. I should write a book. I should make my future happen. I should follow my dream. It’s unlikely that I will find a dream any time soon. Sitting here in Denny’s drinking bottomless coffee, I realize I’m pathetic. And that’s the start of a story.