Lots of ‘fucks’. None with an upward inflection.
The suburbanite/gentry-type man had a look of shock on his face when I walked back across the street and asked him if he still wanted the tickets! Unfortunately, so did his kid. He was probably eight or nine, and I had completely forgotten he was there during all of this. Eric not-so-gently reminded me by informing me that “Well, you freaked that kid out, dude.” I felt like an ass. In all honesty, the kid (and dad back at the office) now has a hell of a story to tell his friends later, but still…
I said hi to a couple of friends I had worked with, more or less just to calm myself down. That helped a bit, but now the realization had set in that I was actually in quite a precarious mental state. Telling a Greenpeace Puppet to fuck off is one thing. Some might even say admirable! This, however, was something else. Dangerous. Foolish. Immature? All of the above?
A funny thing happened during that long walk; something not so surprising. My energy level skyrocketed, my mental awareness sharpened, and I felt… oddly…at home. Everything I had been missing since I had returned from the road. Smokers will get the metaphor that this was to my brain like the first cigarette after going 2-days without. That was telling in the sense that it seemed apparent, all of the sudden, that I was seeing a mental manifestation of what Chris and Eric had been telling me: "get the hell out of here"!
That took an extra trip, but it was worth it. His computer really needed the added memory! I spent the rest of the night writing and dwelling more on the previous night.