More Anger

I am tired of Georgia's.  These kids.  Running and screaming.  She gets no break.  You know her break?  She goes to give a hand job.  That's her break.  She must hope too.  She must pay a babysitter.  If no men need a massage, no money.  I will go to the coffee shop.  I can find a twoonie.  I go there.  I get a copy of the magazine.  I just sit and read.  I need this time. Alone. No headaches.  No fears.  The sun shines.  The air is cooler now.  Crisp.  I am there.  This guy comes in.  He smiles.  Sais hi to me.  I don't look.  I look at the magazine.  He will come over and say hi again.  I just look.  I tell him do you mind?  I tell him.  I asked you to sit here?  I tell him see the empty seats.  Go find one.   He looks and sais he is sorry.   He didn't meant to upset me.  He leaves.  I put the magazine down.  I take my coffee.  I will go walk around.