• I looked for a book It's been kinda a long time since I posted a blog. My summer had been so crazy. Though it was quite eventful, there just wasn't enough conflict for me to write up. Though I'd been spending a lot more time with friends, I felt a bit more anti-social and had been shying away from gatherings or big parties. Summer seemed like a big blur to me, lemme bullet point a few things that popped to my head:

• Found a pink button-down shirt that I really loved at a thrift store, but it came with a security tag. I couldn't be bothered with trying to figure out how to remove the tag so I drew a Japanese businessman on there. Now it's a lucky charm.

• Vertigo kicked in for about five weeks in July and August. I bought a cane from a lady over Craigslist for 10 bucks. I felt like something happened with me and the cane but I forgot what. It was fun though.

• I got in a dance battle with a kid one night at a club. He took my hat off and threw it on the ground. I picked up my hat, rubbed it against my booty, and then shoved it in his face.

• Talia, a little girl that I teach, thinks I live in the forest.

• All the friendly Latino dudes on my street turned hostile towards me one night when I was walking around with a pretty Latina girl. It was fun though, we found an abandoned office chair and roamed around the street with it.

• I have a protege now. She's a 15-year old girl who will grow up to be just like me.

• At work they did a staff appreciation thing and took us out to pool and movies. There were only five movies playing in the afternoon and Superbad was not one of them. I didn't wanna see any other movie so I went with Bourne Ultimatum even though I'd seen it already. I went with my boss's boss and two other co-wokers. The big boss and I talk about movies all the time, which was the reason I wanted to see a movie with him, just to bond a little more.
All was well until about 5 minutes into the movie when four high school girls came in and sat down in front of us. Then they proceeded to talk throughout the movie. Sometimes I'd shush them, sometimes they'd shush each other, and a few scenes drowned out their voices, but still, they were chatting for pretty much the whole movie. I didn't wanna lose it in front of the big boss so I could only shush them.
Then afterwards I was at the subway with my big boss. He jumped on his train, when I saw those four girls on the platform, with some fresh new clothes. I thought, God must'd put them in front of me for a reason. I then went up to them, and I said "hey, weren't you girls at the Bourne Ultimatum earlier?" with this really chipper voice. They were a bit creeped out, but they said yeah. I said "What was your favorite part of the movie?" Still with the smiley voice, I said "My favorite part was when four girls in front of me wouldn't shut the fuck up." They were all turning towards each other, trying to ignore me. But the fat funny one said "My favorite part was the guy kept shushing me." Before they could giggle amongst themselves, I said "Well, I guess my favorite part was 40 times longer than your favorite part."

BUT ANYWAYS
This past thursday I got off of work a little late and went to the library to pay my outstanding fee. I was also really really interested in finding a book called "the big con: the story of the confidence man". I was reading in a magazine a few days before, in which two screenwriters said that was the definitive source for all things con artist related. I couldn't find it at any of the book stores. I went looking for it at the library, the librarian said it came up as "missing." But, before leaving, she told me there was a 50/50 chance that a book labeled "missing" is floating around the library somewhere. She gave me a code and I went after it. I looked for the number a few times on the shelf and on the neighboring shelves, just to see if it was misplaced. Nothing came up. There were about 20 metallic carts with all these unshelved books. I thought if the librarian gave me such a tip tonight, it must serve some kinda purpose. I began looking through the carts. First casually, just once-overing them for matching numbers. Then I realized all of the carts ended with books that were one number off from my number (364.something). I began combing through the carts. After which I was on my knees, with my big-ass backpack, scouring the spines for the number. Two carts from the end I got sandwiched by some dude who was trying to get by who didn't see me. Then a leg tripped on my leg. Then I found the book.