It’s Tuesday and I have band practice tonight. Rather than taking the bus, I pack my car with my sticks, pedal and cymbals and drive to work so that I don’t have to make an extra trip to Lake City later on. The U-district has no free parking, so I park my car in Wallingford (and pray nobody breaks into it) on the same street where I dwelled when I first moved to Seattle. As I maneuver into a space, I spot Leon sitting on his porch. He turned and looked in my direction but made no expression.
Getting out of my car I thinks: “Whew, he’s forgotten who I am.”
Leon shouts: “You headin’ to school this fine morning?”
An’ I thinks: “Why oh why did I not park on the next street over?”
An’ I says: “Yeah. ‘School’, ‘work’, whatever you want to call it. First I’m gonna grab some coffee from across the street.”
Leon says: “It’s bad for you, you know.”
An’ I says: “What is? Coffee..?”
An’ Leon says: “Yup.”
An’ I thinks to myself: “Whatever you do, don’t ask how!”
I says: “All I know is I’m kinda worthless without it.”
Leon says: “Back in the Navy there was this buddy of mine on the boat who always drank coffee. One day I says to him: ‘Coffee’s bad for you, you know’.”
An’ I thinks: “Here we go…”
An’ Leon says: “An’ my buddy says: ‘How so?'”
An’ I thinks: “I’m sure your “buddy” grew as wary of your stories as I have.”
An’ Leon says: “I tell him: ‘It fouls up your sex life’.”
An’ I thinks: “Whoa, this may actually make for good blog material.”
Leon says: “…an’ he says: ‘I haven’t noticed anything wrong’.”
An’ Leon continues: “I says to him: ‘You’re not getting any are you? Well there ya’ go.’ Ha ha!”
An’ I thinks: “Well, that was disappointing.”
An’ I says: “Huh. And all this time I thought it was my personality…”
