29 February 2017

There is something different about waiting for the last eastbound bus at 11 at night. It’s hard to explain other than this weird sort of calmness where even in the summer the air feels cooler, almost a little chilly, and on the rare occasion there is this eerie feeling that I am being watched regardless of the circumstances. Tonight I finished my shift at the warehouse a little early, so I have some time to kill before the bus comes. I would like to say it’s a nice change of pace to not have to rush to the bus stop, but now I am left with nothing to pass the time but my phone and my thoughts. Let me say social media has been dismal at best lately and my five lives on Candy Crush are over sooner than I know it. Nothing entertaining enough on Facebook, nothing new on twitter, nothing fresh on instagram, and I lost all my lives on candy crush, leaving me with just my thoughts per usual. Tonight I can’t help but fantasize about the day I will own my first car. I hope it is as liberating as I want it to be, all my friends complain about car insurance and gas prices, but I feel like they are just taking it for granted. Being at the mercy of other people really sucks, and honestly gas and car insurance feels like a small price to pay for the ability to do things on my time. It only makes me wish to win the lottery that much more. The bus pulls up and my thoughts of winning the lottery or buying a car are left behind at the bus stop as the bus rolls toward home.

This late at night there’s nothing but a bunch of oddities on the bus, and tonight is no exception. There’s the usual people, those down on their luck, those with an addiction of some sort, and those dealing with both. This time though there was someone else, a man with a different sort of demeanor about him, and way cleaner than most on the bus (myself included). He didn’t look any different than any of the other people on the bus, yet he was. He had immaculate posture, was well groomed, and for being dressed casual he sure did look fancy. His shirt was ironed for crying out loud, and his shoes were immaculate. Any other time I probably would not have noticed this dude, but I am so beyond bored. I gotta wait for more lives in candy crush, and I am so stuck on thinking about money and what I would do if I had it that I am making myself crazy. I had probably been staring for a good five minutes at this dude before the bus abruptly stopped and the doors opened. He hopped off and along with him went my curiosities about who he was and what someone so clean cut was doing on the bus at this hour anyway. Only a few stops to go before I can see my cat and take off these dang shoes. I can’t help but glance back over at the seat where that guy was sitting and notice this little black book on the ground toward the wall of the bus. Is it weird to get up and go grab it while the bus is moving? The next stop isn’t my stop and I don’t want the driver to think I’m getting off, but damn do I want to know what is in that book. There aren’t too many other people on the bus, and truthfully they are all too enveloped with themselves to really care about me, or even notice something as simple as this book. I get up and move to the seat that guy was sitting in and grab the little book. Honestly I don’t even know if it belonged to him, but it's nice to tell myself it does. I start flipping through the pages, and up front it just looks like a lot of random doodling, and no coherency whatsoever. My stop has finally arrived though, so time to pocket this sucker and finish my commute.

After a brief walk home and a hot shower I finally take a moment to really examine this book. It’s relatively small, and fits in the palm of my hand. Inside is nothing but random drawings and random numbers, and honestly none of it seems coherent to me. The drawings are kinda cool though. Lots of stick figures doing things like hula hooping, jump roping, skateboarding, and other outdoor activities. It almost makes me feel like its a sign to exercise in some weird subliminal way. I mean I kinda have become complacent in my house. I always tell other people everything happens for a reason, and maybe I found this book with those drawings for a reason; that reason being I need to move my butt off the couch and outside. However that does not explain the random numbers, but whatever. Imma just buy some lottery tickets using those numbers and see what happens. It’s not like I have much to lose anyway. In the morning I will get up and grab my friends old skateboard and see if I can't ride up to the gas station to play the lottery.

I don’t even think the gas station is a half mile from my house, but damn I have not tried to ride a skateboard in way too long because I am out of breath, but the drawing for the lottery is tonight, and if this book is worth anything it might be worth the lottery, and curiosity is going to eat me alive if I don’t find out. One plus about the gas station is they have the best slushies.

The trip home from the gas station felt a million times longer than the trip there, because I really didn’t want to drop my drink or risk my tickets flying away. I could have easily carried the skateboard but that would have really defeated the purpose. At least it’s a really nice day out. Now here’s to hoping something good happens this time. I’m sure that guy like wasn’t from the future or anything, and honestly those are probably like phone numbers or something but I want to believe they might be something more. At least I feel like a child again for once, however this feeling makes me nervous. If I lose, will I feel the same? I guess I just have to wait a few hours and find out.

I am so impatient. I have never have been one to have patiences honestly, but I try. However my eagerness to see if maybe for one I got lucky is taking over. I know I probably didn’t win, but I’m gonna crack open a drink and act as if I have. I mean in a few hours I will know everything.

I fell asleep after having one too many and woke up to my surprise that I did in fact for once WIN. I WON. I FREAKING WON. Granted it was not the whole jack pot, but I won $20,000. God now I can finally get a car, and a decent used one at that! It’s like my month is coming full circle, and there has to be some sort of irony in the fact that it's the 29th of February.