Vectors
Since moving to my new apartment, I’ve taken to spending time at a popular coffee place, Filter. I walked home from Filter on a Friday night, down Milwaukee Avenue from, approximately, North avenue to Division. The walk is hardly 10 minutes.
On the walk home, I passed by a small group of guys who appeared to be on the very start of their bar-hopping for the evening. They were sharing a pack of cigarettes. They were also all wearing striped shirts, though some stripes went diagonal, and some were just your usual up-and-down. There was another guy walking right behind them who seemed to be trying his best to make it seem that he was not with this group of guys. But then again, maybe he was with them.
There was a couple walking in front of me, who maybe were heading home for the evening, to do whatever it is that young couples do when they’re home for the night. Or maybe they were just heading to another bar. They were walking with their hands clasped, and from my viewpoint, seemed to very much like one another.
Across the street was another couple, though heading towards the action, and not from it. The girl had a big blue umbrella with eyes on it, and fake ears, too. So it looked like some sort of monster, but not a realistic one. The dude that she was with wasn’t able to share the umbrella. Which was fine since it was hardly even raining. Of course, maybe he didn’t even want to share the umbrella. Maybe this couple was in the middle of a big fight.
But then this other girl, walking out from a bar, saw the umbrella and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s raining!” I wanted to tell her otherwise, to tell her not to worry. But maybe she was just drunk, and so would it have mattered if I had said anything at all?
There were some cops outside of one bar, talking to a group of people. One girl was off to the side, talking on her cell phone. Maybe it was just too loud in the bar to talk. I know how that is. Or, maybe, she was friends with the people talking to the cops, and was filling in yet other friends on what was going down. I didn’t really catch what the cops were talking about.
About halfway down Milwaukee, there aren’t any more bars and clubs. Instead, there are lots of furniture stores. What I don’t understand, though, is that for all of the different furniture stores, they all mostly have the same furniture. Maybe they’re all owned by the same people. Or maybe all of the furniture store owners simply don’t believe in diversification.
By the time I got home, the rain has picked up slightly. But only slightly. Whereas before, the sidewalk would be dotted only occasionally with a raindrop here, or there, there was a more consistent, mottled look going on. As I sit inside, I’m left to wonder if the rain will pick up or slow off again.
ddm
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Since moving to my new apartment, I’ve taken to spending time at a popular coffee place, Filter. I walked home from Filter on a Friday night, down Milwaukee Avenue from, approximately, North avenue to Division. The walk is hardly 10 minutes.
On the walk home, I passed by a small group of guys who appeared to be on the very start of their bar-hopping for the evening. They were sharing a pack of cigarettes. They were also all wearing striped shirts, though some stripes went diagonal, and some were just your usual up-and-down. There was another guy walking right behind them who seemed to be trying his best to make it seem that he was not with this group of guys. But then again, maybe he was with them.
There was a couple walking in front of me, who maybe were heading home for the evening, to do whatever it is that young couples do when they’re home for the night. Or maybe they were just heading to another bar. They were walking with their hands clasped, and from my viewpoint, seemed to very much like one another.
Across the street was another couple, though heading towards the action, and not from it. The girl had a big blue umbrella with eyes on it, and fake ears, too. So it looked like some sort of monster, but not a realistic one. The dude that she was with wasn’t able to share the umbrella. Which was fine since it was hardly even raining. Of course, maybe he didn’t even want to share the umbrella. Maybe this couple was in the middle of a big fight.
But then this other girl, walking out from a bar, saw the umbrella and exclaimed, “Oh, it’s raining!” I wanted to tell her otherwise, to tell her not to worry. But maybe she was just drunk, and so would it have mattered if I had said anything at all?
There were some cops outside of one bar, talking to a group of people. One girl was off to the side, talking on her cell phone. Maybe it was just too loud in the bar to talk. I know how that is. Or, maybe, she was friends with the people talking to the cops, and was filling in yet other friends on what was going down. I didn’t really catch what the cops were talking about.
About halfway down Milwaukee, there aren’t any more bars and clubs. Instead, there are lots of furniture stores. What I don’t understand, though, is that for all of the different furniture stores, they all mostly have the same furniture. Maybe they’re all owned by the same people. Or maybe all of the furniture store owners simply don’t believe in diversification.
By the time I got home, the rain has picked up slightly. But only slightly. Whereas before, the sidewalk would be dotted only occasionally with a raindrop here, or there, there was a more consistent, mottled look going on. As I sit inside, I’m left to wonder if the rain will pick up or slow off again.
ddm
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