I love the unpredictability of the city.

My brother Patrick came home from work, close to midnight, yesterday. I could hear the sound of the metal steps rattling as he came running up the spiral staircase. "Dude! I just saw AK-47 chasing some dude down the street with a gun!" he blurted out. We both stood quietly, looking at each other for a moment, then interrupted the silence with synchronized laughter. "What the fuck?! Why?" I asked. He said, "I guess these two guys came in and stole beer from his store... You know AK. He's not gonna let someone rip him off like that."

I love the unpredictability of the city.

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I'm easily sidetracked with the endless amount of events in the DFW area. So when I first heard about the Fort Worth Arts Festival back in January, I planned to go. Those plans were changed this week, due to my sudden employment with Starbucks. I picked a hell of a week to start working too. The coffeehouse, which is located on Main Street, was at the heart of the arts festival. My manager panicked during the flash flood of customers, and threw me to the masses. Within hours of my first day at work, I was calling out, "Skinny venti latte, half caff, w/three Splendas!" from behind the coffee bar like I was veteran barista.

The arts festival hosted 100,000 visitors this weekend. All of whom, loved Starbucks.
Go figure.

Normally, I'd feel like I missed out because I didn't attend the arts festival as I'd planned. But when I was invited to check out a band; A Place to Bury Strangers; at the Granada Theater in Dallas, TX on Friday night; my weekend didn't feel entirely wasted. I also got to know a technical writer/restaurant manager from the Dallas area, who approached me about contributing to a website he is building. His name is Ryan Roberts. It was unreal to find out how much we have in common regarding our career dreams and personally speaking.

Even with all the signs clearly displayed, I don't know where my connection with Ryan is headed. My closet pessimist says it won't go anywhere, minus the destination scenarios in my head. I guard myself in this way, so if nothing comes from it, or if it blows up in my face, I can say, "That's just my luck." There's a chance my assumptions could be correct. I also realized there's half a chance they could be wrong.

I love the unpredictability of the city.

the club was packed, the band was loud
i held my breath as you came near
you seemed to have something to say
i leaned in close so i could hear:
you're so dreamy, you're so sweet,
swept completely off my feet..