egodeath (egodeath) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-02-08 15:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | morphine, shrooms |
Who: Shrooms and OPEN
What: Out and about.
Where: Central Park.
When: Sunday Afternoon.
Rating: TBA
Tracer wasn't sure if things were better or worse. He'd started to learn how to use the cash register, and since his truck had come in there was never an excuse to be without which meant he hadn't been as anxious, and he hadn't been as worried. But there was more going on with his family - Mari was still as tense as he'd been last week, and he didn't like to think that things weren't getting better. Ancient politics, he'd decided, were ridiculous. How gods could survive that long who had no sense of their families or their levels of connection? No sense of how easy it was to right things if you just paid attention to the relationships you had to keep with the universe? He didn't know how they'd managed to last this long.
He left The Highway at dawn, thinking he'd just be gone for an hour maybe. He'd been cooped up in the apartment and the shop and he didn't mind it, really, but he was the organic type and he needed to be out connecting to the earth at least a little, a walk would clear his head. Central Park was nice, though, and he'd lost himself on a bench watching people as they passed. By the time he remembered to check, it was already noon and his stomach was rumbling. Maybe he could find a hot dog stand.