Boulevard of Broken Dreams

It’s well into the night which mean’s it’s beer o’ clock, baby! Matt sashayed into Coda for the 3rd time that week and parked his keister onto the barstool and ordered himself a pint of whatever sour they’ve got on draft. That first is always the sweetest, but it adorned his upper lip with a frothy white mustache. His hand went up in a happy wave when Becks appeared behind the bar. “Long time no see,” he joked as the back of his hand dashed across his upper lip to eradicate the beerstache. “Do you ever take a night off? Feel like you’re here every time I come in. Not a complaint since I enjoy our talks.” he made sure to tack on.

Matt’s going about minding his own business singing Matchbox 20 to himself when he’s nearly mowed down by a bicycle. He can’t even ask where the hell that came from because this city appears to be bike central. Much more than he’s ever seen in his life. Matt jumped to the side and, in the process, collided with someone. “Holy crap.” he said as he tried to regain his balance by placing a hand onto the building and then realized a split second later he jumped smack dab into someone. “You okay?” He REALLY needs to keep in mind where the fuck he’s walking.

Becks: Worse. I'm a barely coherent sleepy-eyed mess with truly horrifying hair.

Becks: That just means you always surprise yourself. If you don't come through King's Day without a LITTLE bit of a hangover, you're probably doing it wrong, 😂 I slept half of the holiday away and then went straight back to work, so I think you win.

Matt: when you throw out horrifying hair that makes me wonder how horrifying is it and if it competes with my own Medusa curls

I also have a few tree skinks. Always preferred the smaller and less conventional pets.

Here I was thinking tree skinks are some kind of chipmunk and instead I see these green lizards in my Google images! You been that way since forever or that something that changed over time?

Yeah.. I know people are that way. I just am too anxious for that.. heh. I don’t like any unnecessary adrenaline. 

Hmm I never tried on pasta. I like ketchup on scrambled eggs, though. I have that a lot. What kind of pasta do people use ketchup on? Like spaghetti or?

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Color me curious but what kind of adrenaline do you consider necessary??

Wait....ketchup. On scrambled eggs? Are these eggs all by their lonesome or you got some hash brown action happening, too???? Plain ol’ spaghetti! It’s a goddamn monstrosity! 

“Well, you definitely give off that kitten like vibe.” Daniel chuckled and put his bag down.

“Hopefully, one day. A man can dream.” Daniel smiled and took out the spare towel and tossed it to Matt.

“Someone to spot me would be good. I’m pretty sure I’ve been doing it right, but I’m always willing to learn and grow.” Daniel smiled and took his workout clothes out of the bag. “I’ll be back in a minute, I’m gonna get changed.” Daniel popped into a cubicle and closed the door behind him, emerging a few minutes later in his gym clothes. “Ready?”

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“You’re completely blowing my mind with this right now. No joke. Mainly because you’re the first person to ever that about me. Just wait til you see me on one of my hyper moments and you’ll think I’m a cat strung out on cat nip.” 

Home sweet home! And thank God for that. I love my kid, I really do but there should be a limit on the amount of Princess dresses they sell at Euro Disney. I’m 99.9% sure she bought all of them. Read, talked me into buying them.

Oh, by the way, hi all!  For all of you who I haven’t talked to before now; My name’s Alex, and if you happen to run into a 5-year-old dressed as a Disney princess over the next few weeks and if she listens to the name Faith, that’s my kid. Please be so kind to not give her any sugar, the kid’s has way to much energy as it is. And yeah, that’s about all for now. Feel free to drop me a message or whatever people do on this site. Can’t wait to get to know all of you better.

Now she’s got a dress a day to wear for a good while! Don’t know how many princess dresses there are but I imagine it’s enough to fill a wardrobe?

Jackie: Oh my god you scared *me*, Matt! You almost hurt my heart with worry!!!

Jackie: How lucky am I??? And everyone else! How are ya?

Matt: come on JJ! We’re a couple scaredy cats here

Becks: You clearly haven't seen me before I've had my coffee in the morning.

Becks: Been there. In that case, you'll just have to picture my song-and-dance routine in your head -- I'm sure whatever you come up with will be miles more entertaining than the real thing anyway, ha.

Matt: are you a motionless, scary dude with a dead eye glare when you’re without?

Becks: Do I not count as the void shouting back, then? I'm a friendly void, at least, not nightmare fuel.

Becks: So you're very easily entertained, is that what I'm hearing here? 😉

Matt: aren’t voids supposed to be a black pit? A type of black hole???

Becks: I mean, if the goal is to shout directly into the void, then mission accomplished, I suppose? (And sometimes, apparently, the void shouts back...)

Becks: I would offer to entertain you, but I just got done doing that at work and I'm all song-and-danced out.

Matt: it’s one of my life long dreams and I’m weeping for joy over it. It better not. That’s nightmare fuel

Jackie: Oh my gosh really?! I'm so so sorry!!

Jackie: I would never want to scare you! Are you okay???

Matt: 😋 juuuuuuuuuust kidding!

Becks: Also a valid option, but not any more effective, in the grand scheme of things, 😂

Becks: Are we bored, I take it?

Matt: what’s the fun in things needing to be effective? Hmmmmmmmmmmm?

Jackie: I hope so!

Matt: 😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱

Becks: ...I can't tell if you're texting into an imaginary mic, or tapping a radio to get a better signal, but either way, I don't think it QUITE works like that.