Saturday, I wandered around Downtown Scottsdale daydreaming about various novel and short story ideas while absorbing some sunlight induced vitamin D for its euphoric properties. I noticed that most of the water had been drained out of the canal, and you could see some of the gigantic catfish and carp swimming around there. It made me want to go fishing. I personally prefer not to be able to see the fish that I’m fishing for. It sort of takes away from the mystery of possibilities when you get a bite. In that nervous moment when you wonder “could this be the the big one? Do I have ‘Boss Bass’ on the line?…Is this going to be the low budget, not quite as good sequel to The Old Man and the Sea? Is this creature built from the same mold of the shark that terrorized sailing teenagers in Jaws II or is it after all, merely seaweed?” Good luck letting your imagination run wild with that sort of nervous anticipation when you can see exactly what it is you’re fishing for!
Also I noticed that they are constructing some sort of giant, colorful, floating piece of abstract art in the canal, which appears to be made out materials vaguely resembling that which were used to build the set of the gameshow “The Price is Right”(not necessarily a bad thing.)
Saturday night I went to Casey Moore’s and Cheap Thrills. a girl gave me her number at Cheap Thrills which was sheer luck as I was in anti-social top form and made no effort. I’m hanging out with her tomorrow. Sometimes I can spend an entire evening going out to crowded places and not communicate with a single person(except when ordering a drink at the bar and even then 2 drinks are my max so it we’re still not talking about much human contact.) That’s my favorite when it’s so crowded that nobody even notices you’re not talking to someone, and you’re just sort of in the mix. Always the best things happen when I fly on my own because it like forces you out of your element, and you can’t just live in the spheric bubble of your immediate circle of friends. Anything can happen.
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