I was all wrong.
Four points if you use the word apparatus.
I was wrong there would be no part two to day three, flirting with deadlines on vacation is in its self a distraction to this absence and one I will no doubt concede to. My night began by catching up with a clock smith to discuss the loss of time in a slum consisting largely of light bulbs out of their sockets afraid of ideas, miscellaneous computer chips and a blow up plastic parrot. I then made the trip past the half alma mater, the half mater to the downtown known as the SOCO district. It is always shark week in the SOCO district. The men here; strong, short and wide with large pint glasses for hands. The woman; scant, tan and tall, clutching various bright bags and tight rope walking wide curbs on stilts for the come hither of a horses flip flop cement smacking. I wanted to be with friends that dared approach such characters with promises such as four points if you use the word apparatus while speaking to her or ten points if you touch your nose three times during the conversation. I wasn’t, I couldn’t. I was caught with a strange hybrid of the friends I wanted and the characters I feared. The conversations we loose, loud and fast, yelling at each other, the head nods with the music confusing the question “CAN WE LEAVE YET?” After disgusting table manners with a presumed high school reunion of lesser caliber people, my friend and I escaped to a different downtown, one described as “ oh it’s like the mission” it was Santa Ana, and it was nice. Last call dragged me back to the clock smith’s house where I spoke in tongues with an Iraq war veteran until five o’clock in the morning. I went to High School with this Vet and he was never regarded as much and yet I was wrong. He was intelligent, truthful, and compassionate. He was kind and considerate, he listened to me complain and then told me a couple war stories that made me feel the perfect kind of insignificant. I was wrong is most likely my favorite new phrase. Everyone should try it sometime, I was wrong.