Night Stroll

Just a couple pictures I got. Nothing too fancy, just what caught my eye. Some glass in the dirt and a neat angle. I do however have a story:

I was taking the second photo here (Using my bag as a tripod mind you). And I'm singing to my iPod while doing this, so I have no idea what's going on around me. I get my shot and pack up to go home, which is over a gate a few hundred feet behind me. I start walking when a flashlight illuminates me, casting my shadow on the wall. I think to myself "That's odd.." and turn around to see two security guards. So at this moment I have two options. 1) Keep going to the gate and leave as I already was. Or 2) get harassed for no reason at all by security guards. (I know and they know that I wasn't trespassing because there are no signs. And that I can take pictures of anything on the outside of a building I want in the state of Nevada. Also, they can't touch me legally. Nor am I a legal "threat" If I'm walking away.) So as I know this and they know this, I keep singing and keep walking to the gate. I know that if they give up they'll be reprimanded by the management. And I know they seriously don't want to deal with the bullshit "Don't you come round' these paahts no moah kid!" either. So based on an unspoken mutual understanding I hop the fence and walk into my neighborhood.

A quarter.

So last night I was reading a book. And, as most humans are aware, our bodes require liquid from time to time. Me, I run entirely on soda and juice. (Pure water just isn't my thing.) So I got up to get myself something to drink. It's 4 a.m. and I have nothing in the way of liquids. But I do have 55cents in my pocket. You'd think I would have more money to my name than that. But no. I'm like a six year old I have so little money. So I move to my change mug. Nothing but pennies. I shit you not. Not one silver coin. (That's a lie there was some Mexican money in there.) I then proceeded to scour my entire bedroom and living room for anything. It was beginning to move past 4 a.m. and searching for 20cents is a terrible thing to loose sleep over. I sat down on the couch in despair. I'd found a lot of bits of tinfoil, and a number of useless pennies. (Not to mention a boxful of spent film. What the hell did I take pictures of?) I sat down on the couch.

I know what you're thinking. "He must have checked under the couch, it's the most obvious place to look for loose change" To you I say shut up and keep your opinions to yourself. So I hung my head over the couch and to my great relief, under the couch, behind a dirty sock, was a dusty quarter. I felt like I'd won the lottery or something. Everyone was sleeping so I did a silent dance of triumph.

So I went downstairs and deposited all of the money I owned (except for a nickel which is in my pocket now) into a soda machine. Problem. Mountain Dew Code Red, or Wild Cherry Pepsi? Wild Cherry Pepsi became the choice after a quick "eenie meenie miney moe". So I retreated upstairs where I drank my soda quietly, slowly, and read my book.