Daiv just had to endure the male alien in female clothes. He had seen him/her before, and was slightly annoyed at the sight.
"It just doesn't work, nor does it convince anybody. It just makes people feel uncomfortable."
Then, he was outside, and he/she was walked outside too, and what was heard from the she-male was, "Goodness me, it was like shit in my mouth! Hahahahahaha" in a high-pitched, stupid, cackling, baritone giggle.
Normally, Daiv would utter some curse to his pagan gods at this utterance, but sometimes, there was just nothing to be said.
At least the she-male was gone with his friend, laughing off into The Sunset of Doom.
"I hope they have a good time...somewhere far from me."
It was all no big deal, just something he had to tolerate in the city. Minor annoyances would pass, and at least gave him content to put onto The Intergalactic Usernet.
* * *
Songs and music could sometimes transport him to another head space. He was thankful for music's ability to do that.
"Music soothes the savage zintharbeast, man," he said to himself reflectively.
* * *
He didn't want to think about what had just happened. He wanted to be free of outside influences, and just explore what was inside his own mind.
He liked sitting at the cafe to unwind, and to think. He liked the environment, and the freedom.
Having his own table for a while meant a lot to him.
He could do what he wanted for a short period of time.
He considered being at the cafe to be his office. He could think clearly, and the situation made him work instead of doddling, which he often did at home.
Other people in the cafe seemed to get him to work, even though other people's conversations could enter his head and disrupt his routine.
Other people were an annoyance, but they also gave him something to bounce off against.
"One thing is for sure, art is not created in the void of space," he stated silently so as not to bother anyone around him.
He had only been in the cafe for an hour, and already there had been drama, with people and aliens talking so loud that it filled the entire cafe.
"How annoying," he thought. "Some people think they are in a movie every where they go, and that the whole Universe is a stage for them to perform on. When I want to see a play, I'll buy a frickin' ticket."
With that, he sipped his bovacoffee.
* * *
There was another alien in the cafe. A Hipslog. A typical alien in these parts. Daiv had heard him play music on several occasions, and wasn't too impressed. When he wasn't playing badly, he had a tendency to talk a lot in the cafe, making it hard for Daiv to think.
Anyhow, Daiv was trying to decide on whether or not to take a speederbike ride across the city. It would only take an hour or two, and there was no guarantee that the trip would be worth his time.
Daiv was weighing out his decisions.
"Dang, I hope I didn't miss my window of opportunity. Knowing me, I might have blown it, though, and that sucks."
Everything seemed to suck for Daiv lately. He had to fix that, and he had to fix it soon, or else all would be lost.
* * *
Daiv had read some comic books the previous night, and in the morning, for entertainment and research. He didn't know if they were that good or not. The text was hard to read being too small, and what was written wasn't all that great, as if the writer didn't really have a command of The English language.
"Not always easy to cram words into little boxes. But if you are going to do it at all, write something decent for the reader. Geez," Daiv thought.
He had committed many literary crimes in his own comics, so he wasn't one to talk.
"Aw, crap, it all doesn't matter. I had a good time reading the comics, so I should be happy with that."
It was actually nice to look at a comic book again. The ads were annoying, and were so dominant that it kind of ruined the enjoyment of the comic.
"Dang, it sucks when you are trying to read a story about dudes on another planet, without all of a sudden seeing some ad for sport jerseys," he complained bitterly and softly. "Frick"
Anyway, that was how people had to make a living in The Galaxy, by selling their souls for cheap. It wasn't as if the art was all that great anyhow. It was just commercial work, designed to entertain a teenage mutant goon.
Anyhow, he felt that his time at the cafe was coming to a close, and he hadn't even gotten started yet.
"It sucks, everything sucks," he yelled inside his mind.
Nothing was going to ruin his day, though. He was going to have a good one, and with that, he smiled, shut down his portable computer station, and walked out of the cafe.
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