xcleroy

Outrage! I went to the community center of sorts for this sand-bound wasteland to go play the community electric guitar, only to find it wasn't there!

It wouldn't be so outrageous if I weren't thousands of miles (don't know how many. I barely know where in FL I live...) from home and thousands more from my crush. But at home I have my own. Here I gotta use what they have. And someone took it!!

In truth, I coulda asked the front desk if maybe someone had borrowed it, but I kinda didn't want to. No, I really didn't want to. The girl at the counter was black and kinda cute, and I desperately needed a shave and more desperately needed a shower, and more desperately still needed a haircut. That trifecta of need kept me from asking.

Not only that, black people that play guitar are an oddity. Especially to other black people. It's like a black skater, or a black golfer who isn't Tiger Woods, or a black person who can swim. Sorry. That last one was just a blatant stereotype.

Like a black person who doesn't care for basketball. Wait. That one, too.

Anyway, I got scarce, unfortunately. Totally punked out because of what I thought she might think. I thought I'd ask later. What I was really thinking was that maybe she won't be there later.


Maybe my running was the only outrage.

I'm too old to be running from girls...