Kurt Vonnegut Is Dead

I am never bored anywhere;
being bored is an insult to oneself.
---Jules Renard

Couldn't sleep after the seven hour workout in Arconia today. Creepy's been pouting in his room since I threw a book at him the other day. It was a Vonnegut, I think. 'Cat's Cradle' or 'Breakfast of Champions'. He's probably learned more from that book than any that HASN'T been thrown at him.

Took a drive around the city in the Creepmobile: gas fumes and smoke spewing out the front end, sparks from a loose catalytic converter cover shooting out the back end (finally, it fell off). People in cars in the next lane glared at me like I was Jed Clampett of The Beverly Hillbillies, out for a ride in the jenny.

Drove over to the Hollywood Park Casino on Century. Walked around inside for a while looking for grifters, hookers or thugs. You know, just looking for a familiar face on a grayworld day.

Drove over to the 24-hour hamburger joint where I was mugged a few years back. Drug dealers, streetwalkers and muggers, but surprisingly no familiar faces.

I expected to see at least one familiar bum: Right Angle Al or my homeless attorney or even another broken down traumatic brain injury vet waiting his mandatory six months for his first disability check. Somebody. But no. No familiar faces.

Back to Vonnegut.

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