No Notes

Here I sit on this hot day 

…in the truck to waste away

…because there I bake

…with no notes to take. 

The poem must stop as I’ve lost the will to further rhyme. It sucks to get out to my relaxing spot and realize there is not a sketchpad and pen waiting for me. It’s lunch time — I’ve already changed to shorts only and I’m parked in my new chill spot. I have ideas to scribble. I need to get it down before it passes. 

It is tempting to skip the Thursday game night group. No one ever applies a yes/no to the meetup group, nor are they regular like me. But I realize, if nothing, the game store has nice tables setup in a fairly quiet room. Where I could dream over gaming design. 

I just hope that one kid does not show up. Grrrr, I can’t stand him. Nerdy, long-haired fellow with the problem of half-telling the rules to games. He watched me roll for the totally wrong thing the last time…I got what I wanted (you really don’t want to play dice against me) and finished rolling. I went to update my stats — he stopped me — “you can’t do that”. 

you just watched me roll for that (I aimed for 5 hearts). I got 3 hearts and 2 dmg (to him). And I was clear with my goal. Every roll saying I’m aiming for hearts!!

“I told you before starting”

oh, you mean the stuff I told you I’m not going to remember, because I don’t listen (can’t listen) to the instructions. Because that’s why I told you that. 

…and you watched/heard me say what I’m doing. And you just let me do it anyway. Okay, sure man, your game, whatever dude, hey your turn. 

“I didn’t know you didn’t know. ”

Your turn. 

(Not verbatim, but I did say all italics)

He also did some other sneaky stuff and refused to attack his girlfriend much. Yeah, SHE won. I really don’t like or respect guys that are “nice guys”. I have zero respect for you; I don’t care your motive, there is rarely a good reason to let a girl beat you because you’re afraid to beat her.

…lil bastard, I wanted to choke him for a moment. Not murder, just enough to show him the annoyance he is causing everyone else. 

…ahh the sweat is beginning to drip after forty five minutes of shade. That story must have fired me up!

7/20/2017 3:05pm

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