Tonight has been a very good night.
It started off with a visit to Crown Point Theater. I watched Wanted. If you haven't heard of it, I'm sure you've seen the previews. Yes, the one where that guy who I have never seen in a movie before flings a gun around his waist and casually shoots a bullet that whizzes right by the sexiest woman in Hollywood's face and hits the bull's eye of a target. Yes, he almost kills Angelina Jolie.
The movie was very fake, but still pretty good despite being completely unbelievable. Because it has an R rating, there is a ton of gore. There is some comic relief in a friend who continually bangs the main guy's girlfriend. And, like every great action movie, there is a twist at the end. All in all, not bad.
After the movie, I went home with the intentions of sleeping at my dad's house. I packed up the fresh Osprey pack I bought with my two $50 REI gift cards and set off on my bike. But I had a couple errands to run first: cash a $25 graduation check and return a movie to Blockbuster.
But when I got to Cotswold I started getting really hungry and thirsty. I know Petro Express could fix that. I purchased a XXX Vitamin Water and some "starbite" peanuts. I may be the only person who buys those things because I always get two packs when I go to Petro Express (2 for $1) and when I come back the same number is always there. Strange.
Anyway, I came out of the store and stood around for a bit eating and drinking. This black guy pulled up in a really busted car. He had no shirt on, and as he emerged from the car he revealed multiple tattoos on his rather large gut. In short, the man gave me quite an impression, and as he struggled to put on his sweat-stained shirt and walk inside, it wasn't a chuckle that came to my lips but rather a silent utterance of one word: "Wow."
The guy came back out and headed toward his car. But then he stopped and turned toward me. "How you doin man?" He said enthusiastically. I paused for a second, not quite believing that this awesome man had graced me with words. "Uh...not bad. How are you doin?" I replied. The man stopped for a second, scratched his head, and then replied bluntly: "Drunk!" He gave me a toothy grin that revealed one gold tooth and several sizable gaps. Probably one of the sweetest face I'd ever seen. "Iz too late to be out on ya bike. Ain't safe," said the man. An excellent point, considering that he was the symbol of safety as he got behind the wheel of a car heavily, and admittedly, intoxicated. But I replied "I know, I know. I'm headed home," as if I had really taken his concern to heart. "Well dats good." After that, there was a not-so-awkward silence for about five or ten seconds. Then, the man gave me some excellent advice: "Get fucked up tomorrow!" The statement was quite shocking, but it did make me laugh. "Hell yeah, will do!" I replied adamantly. He laughed. "Hehe, alright." And just like that, he was gone.
I really cherish this small conversation. I wish these more often. Perhaps this is a sign that I should do more late-night bicycling around the Cotswold area.
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