The Zombie Blog : Ladies night and more research

   Shiny dresses that are way too short with exposed cleavage and sometimes nipples. Yes, it’s ladies night folks! This title can easily be misconstrued seeing how there are not very many ladies in this town.  Let me slightly retract that statement. Some can definitely be your lady for the right price. Others however, do not hold an ounce of etiquette within the sparkling vessels in which their tactless characters are forever imprisoned.

   They come in by the droves, to consume the free gasoline that is offered with a lime and straw. Most won’t buy anything; they just lie in wait for the hour when the free drinks commence. After the hours of courtesy are over, if they haven’t found a patron, they either leave or slip back into the corners where they won’t be as pressured to spend four dollars on a cocktail or leave altogether.

   I must say however, that it is always entertaining and usually not so rough on the eyes, not counting the few that are a definite HARD 22, still trying, and trying, and trying. If you are a single guy looking to party, they can surely show you a good time or the occasional drama fests that can surpass the good time by much farther on the amusement scale.

   I’ll update this later this evening and let you know how everything goes!

   So, I found a new website www.kickstart.com. It’s a creative projects funding platform and it is an absolutely marvelous idea; however, qualifications to post your project are limited to United States residents only. I could probably get around this, but I would have to go back to the U.S. to re-activate all of my banking information et cetera et cetera.

   I have been out of the country for so long that everything is on hold. I once tried over the phone to re-activate, and retrieve my account information, but they told me it was something that I have to do in person. Anyone have any ideas??

  Here is an excerpt from my manuscript for you all to read and I will update you in the wee hours:

   Nobody really knows what happened. Nor did anyone step up and take responsibility.  Some suppose it was just the course of nature, like the earth fighting back or something like that. The religious vary between the wrath of god, or some revised version of the tribulation. The governmentally dubious claim it was biological weapons testing gone awry. However, all of the conjecture about conspiracies or who’s to blame is really, at this point, irrelevant. As it was irrelevant from day one.

   The only thing really worth thought is, how to move forward. How to persevere with what we have left.  And let me tell you. It’s not much.

   How to survive. That is simply the one thing of value to ponder. Why? Because it’s a useful meditation. All of my (and most people’s ) prior preoccupations now seem utterly petty. A shiny new car, a giant flat screen plasma television, the newest, fastest portable computer. Is my shirt pressed and which tie will I wear to work today? Will I have a half caff double caramel macchiado or a vente latte? Hell, even the important stuff seems petty. Like the rent, or the electric and water bills.

  I no longer dwell on superfluous subjects. I don’t have to go into the office. Or, pay the bills. I don’t worry if I’m going to make it home in time for a reservation with my girlfriend at the latest highly reviewed restaurant.

   My job every minute of every day now, is to survive, and to help others survive. I know this might sound kind of fucked up, but there is a certain freedom in that. Also, this will probably sound even more fucked up. I absolutely love my new job, and I am exceedingly good at it.              

 Now that the power is out, there is pretty much just one kind of coffee. Black.

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