[242] Screed City

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03/23/2023 Thursday. Caps Beer Garden, Table 402, Seat 4. Newark Liberty International Airport. Newark, New Jersey.

I mean, the kid behind me playing the piano is playing the fucking Office theme song. Not cool, man, not cool. This place is crowded as hell. I don't know how anyone writes under these conditions, I feel like everyone is looking over my shoulder. Dirty perverts. But the beer is flowing like $21.42 wine. I mean, sticker shock I am sure, but this whole trip is going to be sticker shock. Stupid brewery did a BMI bait and switch, and now what? I can't cancel my trip to Seattle or Berlin, right? I mean, I feel like the Seattle trip already happened, and I am at the airport waiting to get on a plane to Berlin, right?

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Newark is funny, kind of, compared to JFK, it took me an hour and a half to get here. Two trains and an AIRTRAIN. From JFK last time it took three trains and an AIRTRAIN and two hours. AND I was in Brooklyn the whole time. How rude. You ever notice about travelling on planes? Airports and stuff, am I right? Boy are my arms jacked. You know, from all the public transit. I suppose I could pay the $100 cab ride, but you know me, I am a man of the people, even though the Publisher gives me shit for paying the seat fee to get an aisle. I mean, come on! Middle seat to Seattle from JFK? To Berlin? I'm not insane. Although if it was $20 more I probably wouldn't pay for it hahaha. I am still very cheap, you know. Frugal even. Or, I have to make back every single penny I spend, it's just a question of time in/time out.

This goon just got clapped at for playing a very horrible rendition of Werewolves in London. I think I may strangle the fucker. I think he may do a medley into Sweet Home Alabama. Ugh. What maniac thought it would be a good idea to put a general use piano in the airport?

G stayed over a couple nights this week. Very fun. We had schnitzel one night and tacos the next. I suppose it was maybe boring for them, but they are 15, I think sometimes just having some down time is good. We went to the Crocks store on 34th street on the way to the train station. That was funny. A whole store full of Crocks. Pretty obnoxious. I could have burned the place down and I don't think anyone would have called the fire department. Well, maybe Professor Curly, but nobody normal.

Now he's playing November Rain by G-n-R. Everybody needs some time, everybody needs some time, all alone. I mean, I think he is playing for a party of one. I think I may burst into tears. Just joking. I wish. I haven't had emotions in years. Unless of course you consider yelling an emotion.

I suppose that is all I have to report. I need to haul ass to my gate. It'd be pretty embarrassing to miss a flight in order to write a screed, right? Such is the life of a jet-set dude like me, even when I am just wasting time I can't catch a break. Although I did I write a short story the other day called "It's Always Something," which is about a guy who finds a envelope full of money but feels too guilty to spend it, but then he feels cheated because of it, even though it caused another guy to get killed. I don't know, I have a new plan about writing, it's pretty pointless in general...

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