Breathe Out, So I Can Breathe You In
I'm a guy. A guy named George. Words are all we have yet not many use them. I love comics/movies/video games/music/life whatever can convey the greatest of stories and the greatest of times.
As my third post shows I always try to be a hero. Not always a sidekick, but occasionally I have to be and it could be for the best. Someone has to be Robin. Other times I try to be a hero on my own with out losing myself. I'm most comfortable as Nightwing. But sometimes others are unable to be a hero so I have to step in and take control until they can. In those moments I have to be Batman even though that's not me.
Nerd analogies aside I try to be a fun guy. Different people do know me differently.
I always try to be a fun person, it doesn't always work out. I always try to fit in, that doesn't always work. I always try to be number one, that NEVER works out.
That's all for now. But maybe more soon.
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I couldn’t find my keys this morning. This always happens. I quickly pat myself down. Nothing. Shit. I pull out my phone. It’s 10:20. Fuck. I have work in forty minutes. I make a dash through the house. Up the stairs and into the bathroom. I start digging through the hamper, vigilantly searching for my pants from last night. I find them….. I think. I quickly go through the pockets. Nothing. Well actually $2, but I really needed my keys. Fuck. I dash back down the stairs and my gaze dashes around the living room. Where could I have left them? Wait. The couch. It has to be. I glance towards the right crevice. Something catches my eye. My key! I grab them and out the door. I pull out my phone again. 10:30. Good. I’ll make it in time. I fumble for my keys. As I unlock it, I realize just how old my car is. Shit. Its older than me. Its a 1990 Nissan Sentra. I just recently put the mileage over 100,000. Not even a single damn cup holder inside. Oh well. I have this thing to play the music off my phone. I plug it in and turn it on. Fuck It All by Childish Gambino blasts from the speakers. Shit, was I that depressed last night?
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I noticed that there was this big dinner party thing. A big shindig of people, probably a family gathering. My mom had a drink while we waited. I had a Coke and watched the party. I was sitting there in my jeans and Batman shirt, just observing them. They were all too busy watching a slideshow to notice my ratty appearance.
