Nothing Behind The Eyes.

Sunday morning I headed to the new Woody Allen movie Whatever Works. Although I'm not a huge fan of Woody Allen I just had to see Henry Cavill in just about anything. Like when I saw Casandra's Dream just for Colin Farrell.

On the way to the movie house, on the number 10 bus we stop at Seattle Central Community College. Always the worst tweakers on that stop. Crunchy hippie candy raver freegan intentional community flaunting whack jobs whose vocal chords have mercilessly not been removed. A couple of grubby punks hop on and make their way to back where I'm at enjoying my book on George V.

"Do you have a cigarette?" Homie on the left asks me although I don't realize that he's speaking to me. I assume he's talking to the other twat.
"Tell him to Fuck Off!" The dread lock rockin' dweeb in front of me says.
"I do not have a cigarette." I say to the dude on my left, but then I look back to my book because he's wearing (I shit you not) a white sun visor upside down. I bite my lip so hard it almost bleeds. They shuffle and mumble some more. I move my face toward the window to conceal my grin.
"Nah! We don't do nothin' We just sell weed. What you do?" Homie in front of me says.
"I smoke weed." I say acidly.
"Really?" He cocks his head back and looks at me askance. I have the benefit of sunglasses. His eyes are in no way red. He's holding a 20 of PBR wrapped in a plastic can. His clothes are filthy, and I can start to smell him a little and I feel a little vomit come up my throat.
"Man you must get all the bitches!" Homie without the sun visor says.
"This is Capitol Hill dude." Now I'm more annoyed with his obtuseness than his stench.
"We can hook you up with some weed." He chimes in.
"Does the buzz kill come included?" I retort. He has no concept. Must be his first time away from the mall parking lot in Kent.
He threatens to steal my sunglasses. I cock my head at him and stare at him coldly through my sunglasses remembering how much energy it took him to sit his ass down and say "Uh-huh."

They get off at the same stop and walk the other way. Thankfully the wind is blowing in their direction.

The movie was alright, and I laughed in some parts. Some uncivil cow made a spectacle of herself after the first three minutes. Marched up the aisle and flung the doors open. And left. Her sense of art was offended and she wanted the other 5 people in the theater to know about it.

Why people leave their homes is a fucking mystery to me.