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The Sky Is Pretty In The Evening

​Sitting at the bus stop waiting to head home from work, it's 6:32 am right now. The reason the title says 'Evening' is because this is my evening, nearing bedtime for me, working 10-6. 

I had not so much an epiphany as much as an Oh-You're-Just-An-Idiot moment this morning as I was leaving work. I looked over at the Hualapai mountains and the sky was absolutely gorgeous. ​

And I realized that even if I have a shitty day or I'm irritated with something or think I won't get something done, in the grand scheme of things it doesn't matter at all. The sky'll look like that whether I'm in a good mood or not. The world will turn and life around me will go on. My 'bad day' is relative and in all honesty doesn't mean anything in the grand scheme of my life or the universe. I'm a particle on a speck of a fragment of a piece of the universe and that's strangely comforting.

Nothing in my life will be world ending, it won't really matter. My ​shoe getting messed up or my knee aching or not having enough money for something or other, none of that matters in the end. I'm free to do whatever I want, I can spend the next year saving to attempt move number two to Minneapolis, working 40 hours a week and spending the other 128 either sleeping or trying to figure out how to make SSP into something. I can draw whatever I want, write whatever I want, do whatever I want and it won't have some truly lasting impact on the universe. Maybe in that slim chance of a short term impact, a few years or something, but nothing that'll truly last through time. That fact is really really freeing.

Anyway, I'm rambling. I'm going to sit and drink my coffee and write some more stuff for Dead and work on my review of PA's Rain-Slick Precipice of Darkness 3 and catch the bus.​ Later kids.

I Got Really Bored at Work

​As of writing this I'm sitting behind the counter at work. I've met quite a few interesting people tonight, seen plenty of regulars. I met a couple who's moving from L.A. to Albuquerque, gave them free coffee cause they'd been up for almost 30 hours. A guy who seemed a bit down on his luck came in three times and bought 40's of Miller, seemed like it was the only thing he had to comfort him. A girl who stayed and talked to me for a while because she was bored, we shared a bag of chips and discussed what we wanted to do later in life. I never got her name. A man raged for a while about the $.35 debit fee, he apologized afterward.

This whole time I've been making coffee, cooking shitty burgers and corn dogs and sitting on a stepstool behind the counter, working on Dead. People are interesting, I meet a few dozen every night, some on their way to Nebraska or California or Florida or wherever. I've met people from New Zealand, England, Denmark, and Canada. It's interesting, working in this little corner gas station with its shitty ceiling and broken pumps and apathetic owners. Even the homeless who gather around the store at night, the drug addicts who take over the bathroom or dumpster out back, the drunks coming in for their last beer before stumbling home, all of them are fascinating to watch. I just met a great guy named Pat who's a firefight for L.A. county but drives there from Tuscon every week. We talked about different cities and places to check out, talked about the insanity that is being a firefighter in L.A. and how terrible some people can be. I hope I see him again, he's really nice.

This is a perfect job to learn what people are like, any service industry job is. You can get a real feel for who people treat each other; which, for me, is perfect for working on Dead. I've been having real trouble with the background noise, the 'unimportant' people in the background having various things happen. I've been focusing too much on the main characters in my head and not enough on making a world around them as well.

Hmm, well, I'm rambling I think I'm gonna go back to sketching out panels and baking donuts.