An experiment of sorts

I was hit with a question I’ve heard before from a new friend I met in my building. I was carrying a book that he had just read and we bonded a bit over similar taste in authors. We ended up talking for a while in the lobby and somehow we got around to the fact that we both like to write. He was talking about always wanting to write a blog but never did, and even felt like it was kind of over as a thing.

I smiled because he’s not completely wrong but told him about this and offered to help him set one up. This was a couple weeks ago and I forgot about it. Yesterday I was getting ready to walk to Walgreens and he was headed in the same direction. I’ve had a cold (NOT VID, colds still exist) for the last couple days and needed more supplies. Turns out he was struggling as well and was heading to the same spot.

On the way after a mutual illness complaint session, talk turned to writing and specifically this site. He can’t wrap his head around how I can find things to write about. I told him it all boils down to paying attention and asking yourself questions. We walked by a candy bar wrapper on the ground with a bite left in it. I pointed and asked “what the fuck happened there?”

He didn’t understand so I went on: did that person just have enough of their candy or does leaving that last bite make them feel better about the indulgence? And we are ten feet from two trash cans, is this an idiot that thinks their mess doesn’t matter? Were they choking? We’re they raptured?

He said that was stupid and challenged me to find something in Walgreens. I’m not going to tell the whole story here because I’m trying to help a brother out but I’ll sum up. Being an urban drugstore almost everything is locked up due to theft which makes shopping annoying. As we waited for a store rep to open the case and get our goods I asked him what questions this little scenario brings up…

When the manager got there with the keys he asked one about the worst thief he had seen. I’m not going to write it but if my friend tells the story I’ll link it back to this post. Let me just say that it involved a dude when cornered - dropped his pants and shit the floor. Classic. But proving my point meant I’m not writing it.

For anyone who struggles with what to write just open your eyes and walk toward the weird. In other news; when brand names lose their patent or whatever allows other companies to rip off their formulas corners are cut. I purchased the house brand generics of day and NyQuil. The corner cut here along with what seems to be a plastic liquid pill case is an impenetrable foil pouch. I’m bleeding and took one of the capsules partially ruptured. That was $4 well saved.