Impetus..

Well today is the first of July so In a sense, i'm try to get back on my grind so to speak. I don't want a new start because, I feel there is no sense in wiping clean all the mistakes. Looking back on the mistakes I've made... I can't laugh but I can learn. Anywho today was pretty sick. My first time working two jobs. The irony of it all is that I didn't have a job to begin with and now two. So Yeah I'm going to do that. The rant earlier about making mistakes is me hinting about how happy I am in the city. And I would not have had the chance if I hadn't messed up. I'll elaborate on that later on.
Lemme just give you a rundown of how sweet my day was. 8:15 my eyes open 8:16 I realize that I have to be at work for the first time at 8:30...fuck. I put on a nice button down shirt some slacks and head for the Bus which happens to be waiting for me at the bus stop. I get to work at 9:11...balls ... so as I sit anticpating being fired from a job before I even got to work there for a second time( one of the MANY mistakes I hinted at) a ray of hope flickers through the window the manager shows up and tells that the woman who was doing the orientation was late...later than me...YES... After all the training. I went to see Justin and realized that I was late for my second Job...Great..Took the F all the way to West 4th and for lack of better judgement took the C train I saw this old guy sitting there and I ask him If the Train was headed to nordstrand. He said that and that was that ...or so I thought.
Sitting there on a local C train while possibly late..I heard you from Africa... I replied to the man yeah...then a moment later he yelled West Africa? and I was a lil bit more suprised but went with the yeah....he said Ghana?Right? That suprised me..and from there we began one of the best random subway conversations I've had... It was cool seeing my culture from a different perspective.. He told me how he loved the palm wine and the beautiful women. He told me about the 70s when he was twenty he has seen most of the world. Told me he went to nigeria but It couldn't compare. We laughed about Star Beer and Fufu. He said the first time he had fufu he cried.lol.(I'd later come to find out he was a professional chef.) He told me about his radical days one in particular that stood out. At a checkpoint in Nigeria him and some friends were trying get rid of some weed in the car so they ditched it last minute. At the checkpoint the guards were laughing cuz they saw it happen. The guards explained they were looking for weapons an not drugs..when he asked for it back they laughed even harder and said no.
His name was Vernon and this was a random encounter but it is because of days like these..when I'm tired beat down and downtrodden. I smile I realize how much I love this damn city.