Walking Neurons, Odds and Ends and being broke

Hey waiter, bring me a smirnoff black ice. Whats with the rain? Now where could that Josh be?
Lets ring Josh.
Kriiiiiiiiiiing. Kriiiiiing.......a tinny voice on the other end.
"You have reached the phone of Josh, leave your name and I shall get back to you, ...to you...to you..."
[Aside] You see, Josh is a tall, handsome man. Dark. Young too. Oh shit! He also happens to have loads of money. And a nice car.

Lets say a Subaru imprezza.

Where the hell could Josh be? He is not answering his phone! Such a bloody disappointment. Men can be such bastards!
[Another Aside] We have a slight problem. Josh was not aware that he was to meet anyone at this particular pub. But he is supposed to turn up when he is summoned. Ahhhhhhhhhh....probably the guy is getting laid somewhere.

Click click. Lets scroll down the phone book. Adam is a great chap too. His Mitsubishi is not exactly brand new but what the heck it beats those intolerable mathrees .......

This unpredictable October rain seems to bring bad luck.

These people with cars seem tempestous, unpredictable, unstable and moody. Ahhh what the heck! Lets scroll to the idiot section.
It helps to be fully acquainted with the full spectrum of men. The idiot will pull through. They always do. I can mould and twirl them on my fingers like they are a piece of bread.
Krrrrrrrr. Krrrrrr.

The phone is ringing in 0.5's bedroom. It is 3am on Saturday morning and it is pouring outside like it will never rain again this century. Exactly two rings and the obnoxious caller disconnects. An unknown number. Just great. I toss the phone far into my clothes closet and turn back to my beauty sleep.
Ring ring again. What the heck, I take the phone and call back. Must have been one of those numbers that get retired every once in a while.
Hi how are you? A very spirited girl on the other end.
Where are you? I reply that I was asleep. I try to place the voice amidst the loud background music and the pounding rain. No luck.
What happened to you? You used to be a party person! Imagine I am at Hunters, sitting at the table where we met?!! Come buy a pint!

Now I remember who she was. The last time we talked was around May. 6 months down the line she calls at a time when the only discernible life is that of owls and thieves and talks to me as if she had only gone to the washrooms to freshen up and is now happily back at the table.

Click. Phone off. Even idiots wizen up.

Friday. Everyone is broke and the beer supply is perilously thin. A haunted look creeps up peoples faces with the realization that the curtain will close on this fun night at the ridiculously early hour of 9 pm.
A girl suddenly comes hurtling down, and screaming, from dark reaches of the rest of the crowded pub. She grabs Kamikaze and almost squeezes all the air out of him in one great and desirable hug. Such passion. I grin in amusement as Kamikaze tries to remember who she is, without much success. But you can't blame him. She looked like something from an egyptology picture book. Lips black, she seemed to have taken liberal sips of used car oil; what was left of the black paint was plastered on her eyelids and other parts of her face.

Anyway, she sat on Kamikaze. She had great legs I tell you. And a nice body too. That everyone had a drink and she did not was very clear. The night was going to close even earlier for Kamikaze.

Kamikaze's hands seemed to be pulling out a great weight from his shirt pocket .......what surprisingly turned out to be money for the girl's drink came out. Still, the man's hands seemed to have greatly reduced in length and reaching the waiter's outstretched hands was a monumental feat! Nothing beats being a broke gentleman.

Then one Mr Sam walks in. There was no mincing words. Mr Sam you are buying drinks here! We can be unashamedly honest.
Blur.

Broke. Waiting for Friday.
PS Kamikaze: 11.