How To Empty Your Pockets

The smell of 3 half-empty cups of coffee on my desk makes me want to hurl. They’re plastic cups though, so I don’t need to wash them or anything. I just empty them and throw them away. I got a bottle of orange juice by my side and a half-full packet of Marlboro lights as well. I don’t smoke inside cause I don’t want my clothes to reek of smoke. Funny isn’t it? I never minded it untill now.

Anyway, if anyone told me that I would be able to see the train passing by from the window of my future room I’d get excited. But it’s not that pleasant. Every time it passes by it makes my bed shake a little and the noise...well don’t get me started on the noise. But I got used to it funnily enough. It’s like one of those misfortunes that you just get used to by the time.

I spend most of my days reading academic books and fiction literature, drinking coffee and walking/smoking my way around the city of Preston thinking and day dreaming. Not like a teenage girl would do, while playing with her pig-tails. Like a 22 year old man with a beard does. The manly man way. Day dreaming about the past the future and even the present. As Deborah Harry once sang in one of her songs “dreaming is free”. So even though I rarely engage in a conversation with another human, apart from the times I’m in class or I order my coffee, I seem to get accustomed to this. But it seems that it has a dangerous effect on me. Thank god for technology and especially telephones. Oh sweet technology without you I’d just be a phoneless bearded ex-chain smoker. But now, you connect me with million voices.

“Sorry, do you have a minute?” a girl stops and asks me. I tell her that of course I do and let her surprise me with all the information that would lead to the same old question: “Would you be interested in becoming a member of our organization”. My reply is negative. She insists: “Are you sure you don’t wanna be a member…not even a little bit?” I answer: “I didn’t know there’s a way of being a member of an organization just a little bit…I thought you either were or you were not.” She laughs and then smiles at me…”Yeah, you're right. Have a nice day…” I smile back and I’m on my way. She was cute.


P.S: Once again I got you. Title's misleading and the picture has nothing to do with the text.