I Walk Fast

I walk fast. 

I consume. 

I don’ sleep. 

I engage.

I indulge.

I devour. 

I react fast and ponder slow. 

Up at 8, put on my running shoes, 4.3 miles until lake Calhoun is conquered. Shower. Shave. Toast. Eggs runny and sunny. Mac opened, New York Times, Gmail, the Facebook, Aintitcoolnews. I don’ know that movie. IMDB, I don’ know that director, Wikipedia, I don’ know that college dot e-d-u. Light bulb, I’m struck, write something in my blog, post it to twitter, ramble up and down my feed while listening to my 35 days of iTunes music. Kanye, Mumford, Animal Sounds, Sinatra. Chug my water, get dressed for work. Return my mom’s call about how to use some electronic, say hi to my pops, complain about the NFL’s lockout greed fight. ￢ﾀﾘSorry dad, have to catch my bus’. Leap out the back door, shuffling to Henn and 28th. Number 6, south. Open my backpack, cringe and laugh my way through Lolita. Southdale, Puff Chang’s. Punch in; 5 hours of business casual soccer mom long lost wine swigging nit picking need my check now ridiculous servitude. Instant paycheck and punch out. Bus home tweak the logo I’ve been working on for Improv rehearsal. Can I get a peg, a suggestion? Two hours of unbridled, morally questionable, stomach cramping release. I can only hope to be a good as my friends, yet they say the same of me. Improv cool down at the watering hole, what’s new on tap, never heard of it I’ll take one; note the brewery’s name in my phone. Got to run, show to catch downtown. Number 4, North. Eat my pb&j on the go, Devotchka pulsing in my ear buds. Ticket at the door, where are my friends standing. When you’re 6’2” you can see the stage anywhere so I cater to my height deficient chums. Sway, nod, push, yell, sing. Great show; note the openers name in my phone. Cab back, slump into my chair. Look up the brewery from earlier, which Wikipedias me into 30 minutes of Colorado history and topography. 1am. Tired, but I fire up Netflix anyway. Battlestar Galactica or Larry Sanders. Forget it, I’ll watch an episode of each. Laughter slowly fades to the back of my conscience. I slow drift into my thoughts for tomorrow. 

Buzz, Up at 8. 

I ponder slow and react fast. 

I devour.

I indulge.

I engage.

I don’ sleep. 

I consume. 

I walk fast. 

Shake It Off

Red Richard

Eric’s Month Of Frugality

Two weeks in and so far so swell.

For those of you not in the know, my big sis is getting married. In Mexico. Awesome right? It is. Not awesome? Me being poor.

 I was going to start trying to save up some extra cash for it over the summer. But then things like concerts, festivals, and Sunday Fundays got in the way of that. A mean who wants to mess with a Minnesota Summer? No man. No man at all.

So here I sit. Already stretched for cash, hustling my way to Playa Del Carmen. Awkwardly on the docket.

1.     Spending less than 20 bucks a week on food.

2.     Not spending money at the bar.

3.     Not letting people buy me drinks, cause that doesn’t help.

4.     Encouraging people to “Bring the House Party Back”

5.     Embracing free stuff (events and internet tv and movies)

6.     Being ok with not constantly having stuff to do (I can be a social, busy body)

7.     Pissing off Jesse with #2.

8.     Driving as little as possible (I already basically do that)

The results of these goals seem to be a lot of pre-drinking, using my flask “Church”, watching Fringe Season 3 on the interweb, drinking water amongst the heathens at the local meat market (Abilene, Slims, Stella’s, eta), and doing homework on time. And lots of biking. And tons of tomato soup.

But don’t get me wrong, it’s a good month so far. Reasonable enough. Found some fun things to do for minimal cash. Saving seems to be going good. And Fringe is hella good. Finished Breaking Bad’s 4th season, trying to keep up with Boardwalk Empire, and plenty of other nonsense to watch. I need to get back into reading, I’m thinking Invisible Man (you know cause it’s a classic and I’m black).

So at this point I’m pretty sure I wrote this to myself, just to let me know myself know I will make it.

“You’ll get there Eric!” said Eric

“Thanks Eric,” Eric replied.

Self hug.

Well at least I’m only talking to myself, not full on imbecile.

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