Aesthetic sad

November 1st, 2019

Who could ever think a city could be so noisy, just moved from a small town called Montour, not used to so much noise and traffic, like what's the point of even driving a car in a big city. The name of this city is called Sunsend, known for its raging traffic and criminal violence. Why would a small town person like me move here.

Well before I get into that my name is Eirn, I'm a journalist looking for a taste of adventure or something juicy. Anyway, I moved here because I heard of this place called High Corners café. I hear it has so many stories to it, and the people that own and work for it are the real ones that rule the city of Sunsend. These people are said to be the most dangerous, ruthless , coolest people of all time. It's still daylight hours right now so I figure I would head to this place before it gets too dangerous and dark out. First day in the city you know, don't know my ways around yet, have to play it safe.

As I walk in the direction to the café, I notice the people are evolving into strippers and thugs and hipsters, compared to where I was earlier, in a nice park with people dressed in casual clothing and business suits and kids flying kites and shit. It went from really bright to really dim real quick, like a light on a lamppost that hasn't been fixed.

Anyways I turn the corner and see the café down an alley with two ushers getting ready for their night shifts. I head inside and I get a huge inhale of cigarettes and alcohol and a small faint smell of coffee beans. I almost gagged because I'm not one for smoking and drinking. As I stand there at the entrance, I look around at the café just to get a sense of the setting.

It's dark, the bar has a nice long liquor shelf and it has blue neon led lights surrounding the edges of the bench and bar. The bartender was siting there leaning on the counter, looking as if he didn't have a care in the world, reading a newspaper. I glance at him for a moment before I look over and see a stage in the center , if you want to sit in that area you have to take a few steps down to get to that floor. There's peanut shells and broken glass that looks like it was being swept up but then was left midway through the cleaning. I hear a deep voice , but not a mans voice coming through these red curtains that are aside from the stage, above it, it says performers only in a pink and blue light.

As I start looking the direction towards where the deep voice is, the man behind the counter softly yells out, " Hey beautiful , you lost?"

I , caught off guard head over to the bar and reply," Oh, um no, I-I don't think so at least" The man has pretty sea green eyes , his hair cut modernly to where the sides of his head is shaved and its nice, black and pointed, like a fawx mohawk. He has a sea anchor tattoo on the lower part of his arm, he has a white dress shirt with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows, he looks Italian with that olive oil skin tone. I noticed he snickered at my off guard look and stutter. "You aren't from around here are you?" he asks. " No I'm not , but what made you think I wasn't?" I reply curiously. " Well you don't look like one of Antonio's friends, and well frankly, no one dressed in casual clothes just walks in here" he laughs. I wonder who Antonio is, maybe he's the boss of this place. " Honey you want a drink or anything?" he asks. "Oh um, sure, a creamed hot coffee please." " One OG coming right up!"

I take seat at a table in the corner near the exit and wait for my coffee, I pull out my laptop and notebook and start typing. The bartender comes over and hands me my coffee and I say my thanks and he takes his newspaper and heads back to the bar. After a silent hour of just two people chatting and the sound of lofi hip hop radio on, and glasses clinking every once in a while, the bartender comes back over and refills my coffee and sits across from me with his newspaper. Myself feeling uncomfortable that he just came over and sat with me , just trying to ignore the fact he's there, he then says something while still reading his paper" My name is Oscar, others call me pal though, what's yours?" Feeling irritated that he just feels he can come and talk to me I reply" Erin, Erin Mcloid"

"Well Mcloid, I suggest you not consider yourself above others here you could end up in a ditch, listen I know your type" he baffles me.

What did I do, why is he assuming I'm rude, he's rude , no wonder why he works in this place. " Wha-what ? You don't even know me!" As I look up at him he is smirking and looking at his newspaper. " Listen I bet I can tell what your work is, know where you come from , and I can definitely tell where you'll end up if you get irritated at just a home ally man trying to be hospitable." Even more baffled than I was before that he knew I was irritated , I was so confused I blurted out " Oh yeah? Then predict me!" Oh my gosh what was I saying! That was so stupid! Still looking at his paper smiling he says" You're a small town girl, who came to a city looking for an exciting story for your stupid little blogs , not knowing the actual dangers of what you're getting yourself into, you're not used to so much noise and weird and angry people and find yourself not an animal like the city of Sunsend it is." I just sat there in shock, he laughed and put down his paper and looked me in the eye still smiling," honey if you want to even make it through the night here you gotta listen to the top dogs and follow their lead. Now stay for the show and night hours tonight and I'll give you some more information on how to survive the depths of Sunsend along with my boss and the other associates" Oscar then gets up grabs his newspaper and heads back to the bar.