I first shuffled Lucy for thirty minutes after reaching part 3 of Revisionist History’s series on gun violence, and then proceeded to put on 666 by Black Dresses on the shuttle ride to some car rental in Orlando after I exited the airport. 666 I think was a fitting choice, the song’s gentle but oppressive, pessimistic nature for my lethargic mood at the time.
I found myself then putting on Not Available by The Residents.
We talked to the rental guys, received our rental car, and following this, we drove to a very millennial cafe in the middle of the block of some random street a block away from a park surrounding a pond. We arrived ten minutes before the place opened. An old guy passing us told us he suspected the place had shut down. This was not true, this old guy didn’t appear to be familiar with the concept of shops being closed and open during certain hours.
In visiting the park, we found ourselves walking amongst a crowd of people doing a walk for Type One Diabetes, and eventually had to diffuse into the organization’s crowd once the time came to return to the cafe. We stood behind a man red as a lobster resembling my old gym teacher from middle school.
This area of Orlando showed the Florida man joke to be correct. Everywhere we went it appeared something was happening.
This album fit rather well for the scene, the constant chaos, the uninterrupted weirdness and eventfulness.
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