It shall bug me for a long time… that I couldn’t do as I pleased… and as I really wanted to.
In the early afternoon, I was high on coffee and sun hormones and there was a surprise for me in store.
Cold blooded, I told them that most I do in my spare time is thinking… as if that counts in any way on the market.
For the first time I wasn’t nervous at all. No sweat on my palms and if there had been any then it would have smelled different than ever before.
Only by the time the sun set behind suburbia I realised they hadn’t understood a thing of what I am. They’ll advertise for another six months instead of training someone for a lifetime.
In my head… through my ears I sway… and I finally mastered the art of not giving a damn.
