Yesterday's Chicken: Augustus Zero Love And The Shootout At The Alter-World Corral

So yesterday I ordered, as a late lunch/early dinner sort of thing, a roasted chicken. It was pretty good. So I decided it was the last poultry I'll have for awhile. Going to downgrade to strictly fish and veggies...somehow. Not sure exactly how yet. But somehow.

I don't remember much of Sunday. Come to think of it I don't remember much of Monday either. I just know I worked...a lot. Like a lot a lot. And that it's been a very long, very frustrating couple of days.

I've decided to not get a hair cut or a shave for the next little bit. Going to see how scruffy I get. I've got to stop in and finish off the arrangements for the bachelor party on Friday night, then after that there's really nowhere I have to be until early October. That gives me like two weeks of scrub time. I doubt I'll last that long.

I've been thinking a lot about two certain situations the past few days. One that I'll have to be making a decision on in the very near future and another that is so ridiculous, so outlandish, that a decision can't necessarily be made. But I'll sure as hell fake it well I've decided.

Another situation that is nearly at a boiling point will resolve, one way or the other, in my death. It's not as serious as that all sounds. But I suppose it's pretty serious. It's a survival sort of thing. I haven't figured it out just yet.

My financial woes seem to pale in comparison to the financial woes of the rest of the world. And that is for a very good reason. Mostly because my financial woes are all convoluted bullshit which I could resolve in one of four ways. None of which I plan on getting to anytime soon but all of which would work with little doubt.

I'm going to be reading Y: The Last Man and The Goon comics this week, along with one regular book from an author I've come to enjoy in the past few years. I've also been recording tracks of me reciting poetry (mine and other people's) just for kicks but also to shake some of the dust off. You never know when having the strongest voice in a room will come in handy.

And finally last night I ventured into the Alter-World again. We were riding on a bus (although several of us kept blipping in and out.) There was an explosion. The bus flipped over several times and then tore in half. We were dragging people out of the bus and trying to get them to safety. About halfway through we stopped dragging people to the side of the road and started blipping people into a dining room where they all sat down for dinner. When we blipped back there was a gun fight in the street. I picked up a gun and began to shoot at the people shooting at us. We were hosing them down as they tried to take the other passengers. Then we blipped again. We began to eat with the others. While eating I realized that the young lady sitting across from me was holding a gun. The entire group was holding me hostage. They were the people I'd just been fighting in the street. They started to head up a set of stairs I hadn't noticed before. I stopped halfway up the stairs, threw my considerable weight backwards, and knocked the gun from the hand of the girl. I picked it up, grabbed her, and held the gun to her head. I then called out and made the others return down the stairs. I was going to get out of there. But now there was another set of stairs on the other side of the room. There were more people there, they had guns too. And they were all pointed at me. They started to shoot at me and the girl, now it seemed it was all a misunderstanding and the girl said she was with me. I shot the dining room table and it blew up. (the Alter-World can be odd like that). I dragged the girl through the flames before our captors could catch us and vaulted through a window. We landed on wet grass near the banks of the river, the house nowhere to be seen. Before I could ask her who she was, she was gone. And I stood there alone, trying to figure out how even the Alter-World had gone all funny.