And another

Yep, still alone. Bloopers and practical jokes. Dick Clark and Ed McMahon played clips of Gandy's life and the audience cheered. Gandy hopped up and down in his living room making crazy-sounding noises like “Blurp” and “Fuhgeeble-deeble.” Boing boing boing boing. His arms swung around and his head flopped back and forth until he lost his balance and fell to the floor.

“Howdy doody, carpet? What’s going on?” After capping off his performance by making snow angel motions, he noticed the textured ceiling. Circular vein bursts. Flat, white fireworks. Topographical. Like a map. Or a road atlas.
Use it to find out where you are, or how to get to where you’re going. But you have to know where you’re going to figure out how to get there.

Simply take I-65 South to I-64 West, get off on Roy Wilkens and go straight to Broadway. A left on Broadway for a couple of miles and then right on Baxter. Veer left at the "Y" to access Bardstown Road and then he was there. It was too
wet to plow yet dry as a bone, so he might as well pick out a compact disk or two to pass the time away.

This public atmosphere was nice. The store was not empty, but not quite wall-to-wall people either. Cross-sectional with a bias toward the uniquely attired. Radiohead played on loudspeakers, no one spoke. Everyone busy at there own tasks, on their own quest for momentary upliftment. Don’t look at me and I won’t look at you. "Excuse me”’s passed by way of peer to peer mental file swapping.

By the independent cola vendor sat a chair shaped like a hand. It was made of something hard, like concrete or market diversification. He sat in the hand to look with his eyes. Singles.

Everyone was here alone in the late evening. Some had not taken the time to dress or groom, wearing whatever they happened to have on when something spurred them to come here. Punker girl wore pajamas and slippers. Nothing was thought or said. All conscious of self alone but not self-conscious. Goddamn bliss. And ideas were forming. As the closing moment drew near he made his way to the F’s to find the double Tusk set, slipped a debit card to the entity behind the counter and made his way out.