Stopping One’s Being

This one spoke to L yesterday about another one. This one said this one was losing sleep sometimes. Sometimes this one needed to take a sedative to relax. L said it would be good to do that until things settle down. Sometimes anxiety can come from apprehension of something that is going to happen. We also talked about this one’s search for something to do some of the time that would provide a living. This one asked L about a question this one read on an application for something to do sometimes that would make a living. The question concerned information that was protected by law, according to L. They had no right to ask that question even if they sold items that stop one’s being. This one has considered stopping this one’s being at times. And this one has been in places for those who try to stop their being. But that is not their business, according to L.

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Spaghetti Dinner

This one is not that one who stopped being. Sometimes this one does but not today, and only temporarily yesterday. Yes, yesterday and today this one was working on things and accomplishing and making the other one happy and somewhat pleased or rather pleased and somewhat happy or maybe not. Maybe the other one was somewhat pleased and somewhat happy. But now the other one is pleased and happy because this one was working all day today and we are having another one for dinner tomorrow. The other one will be making spaghetti with Italian sausage, which this one is happy about. The one who is another one shares something in common with this one. It is something that is part of the bottom nature of that one, but that one nor other ones in that one’s family know that it is in his bottom nature. Something that is passed on by birth like other things in one’s bottom nature. This one has struggled with it his whole life. This one is a little nervous about meeting that other one because that one doesn’t always take that one’s medications. But that one is happy and in a good mood, indeed too good of a mood. Hopefully that other one will understand the positivity in this one’s bottom nature and the positivity of the other one’s bottom nature. Both of them only want the best for that one so hopefully it will all turn out okay.

Untitled Story: Ch. 3

We rode down the road a while, and my mind started to wander. I thought about what I did yesterday, what I had for breakfast that morning, what I might do tomorrow. As I daydreamed, a man stepped out into the road about 100 feet in front of us. He had a bag in one hand and a pistol in the other, pointed at Chad.

Chad hit the breaks and stopped the SUV in front of the man. It looked like he had just come out of the bank, so I figured it made sense to assume he had just robbed it. Chad and I both put our hands in the air to show that we were at his mercy. He motioned and told us to get out of the SUV.

When I opened my door, Millie jumped into my lap from the back seat, then jumped down out of the SUV. She looked at the man with the gun and began barking at him. The man seemed confused as to what to do. He took a few steps towards Chad, who by this time was standing outside the SUV. When the robber did that, Millie took off and jumped at him.

Millie got ahold of his pant leg and was pulling him away from Chad. Just then I heard a gun shot, and Millie stopped pulling on the robber’s pant leg. As she backed off, the robber dropped his gun and fell forward onto the ground. A man in a suit was standing right outside the front door of the bank, holding another pistol, pointed at the robber.

Apparently, Millie had slowed the robber down and distracted him long enough for the bank manager to grab his gun and head outside after the robber. It was an easy shot across the road and the robber standing still with Millie holding him made for a good target. The bank manager lowered his gun and smiled at Millie.

“Your dog’s a hero, sir. Couldn’t have done it without her. Thank you young men for your help. That man robbed three banks near here just this week, and shot and killed two innocent people. It’s a big relief to know he’s finished.”

“I’m just glad he didn’t try to shoot Millie,” said Chad. “I don’t know what I’d do without her. “She sure was brave,” I said. “No telling what would have happened to us if she hadn’t intervened.” Millie walked over to Chad and stood on her hind legs. She reached her front paws up to Chad’s shoulders and licked him in the face. “Good dog,” said Chad. “Very good dog.”

Untitled Story: Ch. 2

We drove through the town and I saw many small-town-like things, giving me a comfortable small-town-like feeling. I looked out the window and saw many people doing just the sort of thing one would expect people in a small town to be doing. It was all very comforting and I felt safe and calm.

Chad stopped the SUV at a gas station, where he said he was going to get some gas. I stepped out of the car and told Chad I’d be right back. I needed to use the toilet, but when I entered the store, I didn’t see a sign for a restroom. I asked the cashier if she had a restroom. She said it was on the outside of the building in the back.

She handed me a red block of wood that said “Men” in black print. It had a hole drilled through one end and a thin chain passed through it. The chain had a key on it. I walked out the door and looked at Chad, who was still pumping gas. I held up the red block of wood with the key dangling from it and Chad saw me and nodded his head.

I went towards the back of the building, noticing, as I glimpsed the darkening sky, that it was dusk. I prayed the bathroom had a working light. No telling how clean it would be or what it could be infested with. These outside-type restrooms weren’t usually the best, in my experience.

I unlocked the door and pushed the door open. I reached in and felt the wall for a light switch. I found it and flipped the switch, feeling a sense of relief when the light bulb, over the mirror above the sink, came on. I looked down at the toilet to see a daddy long legs crawling across a spider web inside the toilet seat.

I decided I would just stand up and pee, holding the rest for later. I finished, washed my hands and dried them off with a paper towel from the holder on the wall next to the mirror. I locked the door, returned the key to the cashier with a simple “Thank you,” and headed back to Chad’s SUV.

Chad had the motor running and was busy tuning in to some music on the radio. I got in, and he said, “That was quick.” I nodded and replied, “Not the cleanest place. I’ll wait til we get to your place to sit down on the toilet.” “Okay,” was all he said, and he pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

Untitled Story: Ch. 1

I was going somewhere, knowing where I was going, but not satisfied. I was looking forward to going. I had waited a long time to be going and I had known for a long time where I would be going.

In the process of going, I boarded a train. It was a quiet train, and there wasn’t much to do but look out the window at, first, the city, then, the country, going by, or, rather that which the train was going by. I was sitting in a seat, thinking about nothing. I thought about nothing for a long time.

After another long time had passed, we arrived at a train station. At first I got excited because I thought maybe it could be time to get off. I was soon disappointed as the conductor called out the name of a city which was not where I was going. It looked like an interesting little town, but not interesting enough to make me get off the train before I got to where I was going.

After all, there would be someone waiting to meet me when I got to where I was going. It wouldn’t be considerate to get off early and not be there to get off the train when it got to where I was supposed to be going. The person who would be there to meet me would not be very pleased to see that I was not on the train anymore.

So, I stayed on the train for a while longer. In fact, it was a long while. The train stopped five times before it arrived at the station where I was supposed to get off. I said goodbye to the family that I was sitting with on the train and wished them good luck in their endeavors. They did the same towards me, and I smiled and waved to them before stepping down out of the train.

As I walked towards the station, my friend came walking towards me. He smiled and waved and I smiled and waved back at him. He offered to take my bag, but I told him thank you but I would carry it. We walked through the station and out the front door to the parking lot. My friend pointed to a large, blue SUV and said that was his vehicle.

My friend, whose name is Chad, took my bag and put it in the back of the SUV. When he opened the cargo door, a large, handsome dog stuck his head up from the back seat and licked Chad’s hand. “Hello, Millie,” Chad said, and he patted the dog on the head. Then he took a step back and closed the door. We both got into the front seats and headed on our way down the road towards the town where Chad and Millie live.

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