Go Darke

Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it

Fundamental Joeyism

Not Jason

I stare (for longer than is probably deemed polite) at the chocolate chip muffin behind the glass countertop. My brain is having a decidedly Pavlovian moment while I wait for my coffee. This used to be my staple go-to when things had largely started going sideways on me. But I’m ‘good’ now, I say, even though the sirens song is particularly strong this morning.

I turn and notice a heavy set, bearded, behemoth getting out of his truck. He’s wearing a camouflage bomber jacket and sporting a Glock on his thigh. On the side of the truck is emblazoned ‘Argon security’.

He orders coffee and we stand together.

‘Would you consider yourself an “Argonaut”‘, I venture casually. He gives me a look like I’m mentally challenged. I point at the truck, ‘Argon’ I say, as if to underscore my point.

He gives me another look that I interpret as ‘are you high?’ God I wish I was…

Maybe they’re named after the inert noble gas? Although that makes no sense to me. I feel that I’m loosing this particular battle however and that he is no mood for chit-chat. I sigh. ‘Nevermind’. I guess were not going to be discussing the modern warriors penchant for tarn-fleck over golden sheep’s wool.

He’s ordered a caramel Macchiato. I judge him… albeit silently.