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Mr. Ordinary
January 13, 2023
I had an interview yesterday. I got the job. It will be 10 hours a week, flexible schedule, perfect in conjunction with school. It will get me out, I’ll learn new things, and I’ll make a few hundred extra bucks a month. That will be good. I’m living on the edge now. I have put a few hundred on my credit card this first month in the new apartment, which is something I didn’t want to do. I won’t have to do that anymore, assuming the job works out. This job is another miracle in my life full of tiny miracles. (And sometimes big miracles.)
After the interview was over, I drove around for a while, trying to get that map of the city built in my mind. My end goal was to visit the Hawthorne Liquor Store. I’d been there with David last spring, and they had a large selection of locally distilled vodka’s. But I was hungry; I needed lunch. And I wanted a lemon drop.
I parked in front of BOG, Bar of the Gods. It was 2:30, the bar wasn’t open. I looked across the street and saw a big sign: Space Room. From the outside, it looked like an arcade. Oh my God, a bunch of lanky nerdy greasy teens playing pinball, I thought. I Googled Space Room and learned it was a lounge — with food. Cool.
I crossed the street and entered. It was very dark. The décor was mid-century modern, there were lights that looked like spaceships hanging over the bar. I…
