"Mayday, mayday. We've got a potential sinker down here."

A matrix of pros and cons has been developed inside the head. This ain't the cabinet reshuffle. There is no need to weight political support from influential parties, to scale the breed of professionalism into beauracratic organizations, account for various religious, ethnic, and racial harmony, or forthsee the international perspective. This is an everyday task. Pick up the phone, call/text your choice, find a decent topic. Or may coincidentally meet, try to grab the attention, act naturally, make some penetrating moves. There must be something to like if you tried to make initial contact at the first place. Start the climbing, get to know the landscape, feel the weather, understand the culture, know the basic laws, learn the cost of living. Then comes the more detailed part: memorize the roads, the mode of transport, the suitable dine in, the recreational centers. Now when you really think the city is good enough then the small things matter: the best parking spots, the shortcut alleys, the bad neighbourhoods, the bargain stores, the freebies perks.

I know you are having a good time. All people your age are having the best time. You might think stability is not the desired options when your running 1000 miles per hour and you still have'nt scratch a bone. I thought you were exciting. I'll take that back. You are lively, energetic, and cheerfull. It's called teenage invulnerability. We all had that once. But I think I just looked for the wrong kind of passion. I was reminiscing that day. And you were sitting on the next table to mine. Lucky you or desperate me.

Yes now what. Don't give me that look. Ok, now your giving shut downs every 10 minutes. Trying to get pursued. Hell wrong move, I don't break to outer toughness. Oh, shit. Inner weakness is visible. Must defend urge to... Hmm. I like the topics you bring to the table, they tantilize the mind but they are far from dull. You make me think deep and that's what I love doing. Listen once in while, alright most of the time we need a pillow not just to weep on but also to drool on. Sometimes we need little puppies wagging their tail being ecstatic when we come home from a hard days work. Just wondering would you be able to handle that.

There you are. At last your out of prison. I know you still have to report to the parole officer periodically. But, I'll take the chance. I always do that especially on soft crime inmates such as your self. The attire really made me turn around. Not to mention the polite invitation to fill the presumable lonely afternoon in the courtyard. You sound good and smell heavenly. Through the glass room I see a semi-ripe fruit. Through the crystal ball there are visions of the sacred garden, full of blossoming roses and well trimmed hedges. I should grab you by the hand and runaway with you. Hey, the cops are still checking on you. Let's avoid complications now.

Too bad. I'm a blind man. I crash the walls to often eventhough my navigating systems are state of the arc technology. I just switch to manual for the challenge. I'm a stupid fuck. Sue me.