remote cards

Sitting in the dark. Alone. First idiot to arrive. Now that is a neat trick, and a bad sign. Oh well, shit happens, and we carry on, regardless.

Tuesday night staff don’t seem as interesting as Wednesday night staff. Except Monica, reliable Monica. It seems like she works every night. It seems that she’ll serve me at some point in the proceedings.

Maybe I should sleep? In the dark, close my eyes. See what happens. Light isn’t good enough to read by. That’s for sure.

Others start to arrive. An older guy, by himself, takes front row. A younger guy takes second row. A couple sat behind me.