Nothing happening here, so I walk down and get a cigar.
It smells alright, and I get to walking, ending up near the
inner harbor. I light it up, and stare over the edge in to the
water. It churns and flows, while waves of it hit the supports
of the pier below me. I climb to the side, and sit with my legs
over the edge, smoking. The sun reflects off algae making the
image of a globe with a thousand tentacles stretched out from
every angle, probing the deep. 

     All the while, an incredible urgency flows from the currents
dancing in thousands of randomly placed waves in to the back
of my mind. I get a tad anxious, but I don't know why. I stare
in to it, looking for an answer, but all I get is a creeping
urge to hurl myself in to the water below. I can't explain it,
I tear my eyes away, and take another draw. 

     With reluctance, I walk off. I feel my connection to the
moment and place I'm in slip, amongst the crowd around me. I
stumble around, confused, anxiety growing. Thousands of voices,
thoughts, feelings drowning me out. people moving in swarms,
a mass of life surging forth, in every direction, as the music
in my headphones matches it by gently curving until it
deteriorates in to a cluttered mix of random urgent sound. My
chest is beginning to pound. the energy I had  earlier is
dampened to a point where I about collapse. I see a liquor store
sign, and decide that's what I need to calm my nerves. 

     I walk in, to the back, and grab a six pack of cheap malt
liquor. With it, I walk to the counter. The woman behind the
counter looks at me with a hint of disappointment behind her
eyes; maybe I've been in here too often lately. I walk home
with my beer. I get in the door, and turn on the television,
and put 5 of the cans in the fridge, leaving one warm one in
my hand, and open it. I start to drink. Slowly, the urgency
fades in to warmth. I put a frozen dinner in the microwave.
After some food, I step out for a cigarette. The sky is painted
with orange, and I'm quietly humming to myself. Calmness and
comfort in my own skin has  found me again.

I drink my last beer while lost in the television screen.