Seemed the lid was made so’s it wouldn't come off when you twisted it--it necessitated much fruitless struggling and then the employment of my dagger to shred completely that little metal barrier between me and me Sobe. I needed refreshment, man!
A frustrating exercise to be sure--particularly since I was JUST starting to feel a little better about humanity. Something about the way the guy at the store noticed I'd chosen Dragon Sobe and decided to remark that it was "a good one," I dunno why for sure, but it filled me with this big optimistic vibe about the human people learning to live and give with one another, with just simple, almost subliminal regular transactions of goodwill and care for your fellow man or woman.
The Sobe lid kinna spoiled it, which I suppose goes to show just how shallow I ultimately am. But it's okay--I listened a bit to a recording of Jack Kerouac reading some of his stuff and he lifted my spirits pretty well. Jack was a real lover of humans and his love is still infectious.
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In case you were wondering--I was right. Trisa and I dinna see a movie today. She didn't even call me back. Much like last saturday. It really kills me that I waited about for her to call me, especially as I had intuited that she would not.
I'm suddenly, strangely filled with the desire to be bricked up inside a wall, like the guy in The Cask of Amontillado.