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Friday, September 02, 2005

The End of An Era

Howdy again C.O.T. Agents (and Spies). Well, me thinks it's the end of an era...the Yreka Denny's Era (for me). I realize that this needs some explaining (even though it's not that interesting). Well, it went something like this:

1. Friday night in Hick-Spew (Siskiyou) Co. and there's nothing to do (that I feel like doing), so I drive to the Yreka Denny's.

2. There are lots of people there.

3. I don't see a seat for myself.

4. I ask the D&D kid who is often my waiter if there's a place for me to sit.

5. The girl waitress who has a nosering but is probably not at all punk warns him (and me) that Denny's will soon be flooded (oh, bad word choice) with drunks from across the street at any time (thus, I would be forced to relocate...even though I was there first).

6. The pencil-neck manager (who looks like a cross between Ichabod Crane and...Ichabod Crane) says they (the drunks) shouldn't arrive till one (a.m.). Of course, I have no ideer what time it is.

7. This is already too much fucking trouble to sit and drink bad tea and read Spengler's Decline of the West.

8. I see (or think I see) in all of the above's eyes a certain confusion/pity concerning me (a non-Denny's employee with a Master's Degree).

8a. You ever see yourself in another person's eyes and dislike them for what you see?

8b. I do (and did).

9. I don't mind being playing Don Caballero (in fact, I do it purposefully)...BUT. I am not okay with a Denny's employee's pity/forbearance on my behalf.

10. I just left. I was a-gonna drive up to Ashland, OR (about 40 miles North), but I just drove home and cracked a Miller Lite and sat down to write this.

11. Thus, I don't know if I can ever go back into the Yreka Denny's to read Spengler (or Camus--who was on deck).

12. Thus, I don't know where the hell I can go (past 5 p.m. to read Spengler (or anything) or write within a 39 mile radius.

13. Thus, me probably will go CRAZY.

14. Because, though I can go long periods of time without meaningful human interaction, I cannot sit in one place. I done did that in Murray KY for a spell and me went CRAZY CRAZY!!

Oh well, Agents (and Spies), I start school on Monday. Maybe that will keep me sane. I doubt it, though. Why do I do this to myself? Maybe I've become so accustomed to adversity I deliberately will it to myself. That's my diagnosis. This whole 10 month tenure in Hick-Spew Co. is all my doing. Maybe it will force me to focus on my writing. Maybe me go CRAZY CRAZY!!

Fucking A, I'm a-whining like The Elusive Leather Pirate. But don't you feel sorry for me Agents (and Spies)? Ah, who am I kidding, I'll probably be back at the Yreka Denny's next week having the employee's pity me and think I'm "weird". I'm sure there's a spiritual lesson here somewhere...somewhere.

Anyway, I'll try to begin composing Blogs that are more meaningful in the future. Until then...As Ever, your Danny Joe Brown, FELIX

¶ 11:29 PM

Corinna AKA Corinna said...
They probably pity you because you read alone at a Denny's several times a week. They can't possibly comprehend that you might actually ENJOY being alone (GASP!). Because they're from Yreka, and if you aren't married and/or don't have a kid by the time you're 20, you're an old maid.

Meanwhile, school? Are you taking classes at COS? Now *I* pity you. =P

Felix said...
NOOOOO. I'm not going to C.O.S. Well, I'm going to C.O.S., but not to attend classes (you'll see). NO! I'm a-goin' to a private Christian University about 1hr and a half from here. To get me teaching credential. It's TRUE! C.O.S. Schmee-O-Ess. The fucking dorks from VINE (so-called) magazine go to C.O.S. Most C.O.T. Agents go to real college and have real degrees.