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The Busymind
Guest
As he walked in the door he knew it was not going to be a good idea. So many things could go wrong, it was a potential disaster. He grabbed the cold door handle with his left hand and tightly gripped his briefcase in the other. He walked into a house with milky white floors and walls. It was almost symbolic.
On the counter by the sink were a stockpile of liqueur and chips. You could keep a Irishman happy for days with what was on the counter. He took off his coat and laid it gently on the couch, and bent down slightly to put his briefcase beside it.
The Clacking of the metal feet on the briefcase hitting the tile broke the awkward silence for a moment. Suddenly the door swung open, and more people came in. A happy couple, and two brothers.
The night moved very quickly, leaving everyone but him drunk. He looked over at the brothers, sitting quietly on the couch laughing and smiled. They were funny drunks. Then over to the counter and saw the Vodka still swirling from the last swig. Then over to his right, to the happy couple.
He had never seen something so cliche. A happy-drunk couple making out on the couch right there, for all to see. An odd feeling overtook him, and he grabbed his briefcase. Seeing he was the only one who had not drank, he picked up his notebook and began to doodle.
Questions came fast and hard. It was a full out assault on his mind. They had only been together for a few weeks he thought, and already this? Why? How? How do i cope with all of this. He looked up and checked on the happy couple. There he was surrounded by the bubbles of rum, in the midst of chaos with a single thought swirling in his head. "What starts quickly, ends quickly". It actually caused him sorrow watching them.
He sat there taking long blinks, fending off his thoughts and sorrow. A once great soothsayer reduced to watch such calamity. It was just like watching a building being destroyed.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
The party ended, and it was time to leave. He quickly put on his coat, and walked softly to his car. He paused for a moment as he waited for the happy couple to catch up. In that brief moment he gazed lovingly at the car that has been deeply loyal. He walked over to his car, and opened the drivers door. Slid the key into the ignition, and paused for the happy couple to get in. It was amazing, it was not even 5 seconds after he heard the sound of two seatbelts click, that he heard the sound of passionate kissing.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
The drive felt like one to Vegas, eternaly long. They arived home, and he let the happy couple out by the door. They stepped out, and he drove the car around to park.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
He suddenly felt like crying. He did not know why, for he is not an emotional man. He parked, stepped out of his car, flung his coat around his shoulders, and grabbed his briefcase and took his first step forward, after a night of walking backwards.
On the counter by the sink were a stockpile of liqueur and chips. You could keep a Irishman happy for days with what was on the counter. He took off his coat and laid it gently on the couch, and bent down slightly to put his briefcase beside it.
The Clacking of the metal feet on the briefcase hitting the tile broke the awkward silence for a moment. Suddenly the door swung open, and more people came in. A happy couple, and two brothers.
The night moved very quickly, leaving everyone but him drunk. He looked over at the brothers, sitting quietly on the couch laughing and smiled. They were funny drunks. Then over to the counter and saw the Vodka still swirling from the last swig. Then over to his right, to the happy couple.
He had never seen something so cliche. A happy-drunk couple making out on the couch right there, for all to see. An odd feeling overtook him, and he grabbed his briefcase. Seeing he was the only one who had not drank, he picked up his notebook and began to doodle.
Questions came fast and hard. It was a full out assault on his mind. They had only been together for a few weeks he thought, and already this? Why? How? How do i cope with all of this. He looked up and checked on the happy couple. There he was surrounded by the bubbles of rum, in the midst of chaos with a single thought swirling in his head. "What starts quickly, ends quickly". It actually caused him sorrow watching them.
He sat there taking long blinks, fending off his thoughts and sorrow. A once great soothsayer reduced to watch such calamity. It was just like watching a building being destroyed.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
The party ended, and it was time to leave. He quickly put on his coat, and walked softly to his car. He paused for a moment as he waited for the happy couple to catch up. In that brief moment he gazed lovingly at the car that has been deeply loyal. He walked over to his car, and opened the drivers door. Slid the key into the ignition, and paused for the happy couple to get in. It was amazing, it was not even 5 seconds after he heard the sound of two seatbelts click, that he heard the sound of passionate kissing.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
The drive felt like one to Vegas, eternaly long. They arived home, and he let the happy couple out by the door. They stepped out, and he drove the car around to park.
"What starts quickly, ends quickly"
He suddenly felt like crying. He did not know why, for he is not an emotional man. He parked, stepped out of his car, flung his coat around his shoulders, and grabbed his briefcase and took his first step forward, after a night of walking backwards.
