Invisible Friends and aholes with cell phones

By Royal Hopper

You see them every day

Summer in the City of Sin _ Royal Hopper

Summer in the City of Sin _ Royal Hopper

in the city of sin. People who talk to invisible friends are every where. The man on the street talking to giant elephants named Henry or the invisible President of Venezuela who they are sure is there to take their magic beans or lucky playing cards. There are very respectable people who give names to slot machines and throw curses at them like a witch doctor.

We all look for Boogie men in everything we do. We try and make the things that vex us into some kind of powerful mysterious force of nature _ like the gambler who was caught unleashing a stream of curses at a slot machine and calling it by the name he had given it.

Everybody shops some time _ Royal Hopper

Everybody shops some time _ Royal Hopper

The demon Fredericka, as he dubbed the slot machine, was trying to take everything he had. It is not that he had a gambling problem and was spending his beer money on a machine designed to take his money. No, it is the machines fault. The machine is a demon. The flaw lies not in the monsters we create. It lies in us. It is just life in all its glorious imperfection.

It is kind of like the way people blame their cell phones for their being stupid self absorbed drama queens.
A man stands in the middle of the road eyes wide open one hand on his cell phone the other gesturing at the voice on the other end.

Then there are the aholes with cell phones

He looks right at the vehicle approaching him and leans in its direction as if the desire to see something down the road is more important than perhaps being hit by a 3 ton pick up truck.

walking in the city - Royal Hopper

walking in the city – Royal Hopper

Maybe he is a really dumb car jacker or someone attempting an insurance scam who has never tried crossing the street in the City of Sin or maybe he is just one of a growing Sin City class of annoying clueless pedestrians talking on their cell phones secure in their superhuman immunity as they cross into busy traffic in a city famous for being drunk, stoned crazy or just apathetic. Some of the walking Cell Phone Dead are definitely smooth operators so caught up in their schemes that they are clue less o the danger surrounding them.

Yet later in the week a man is screaming at someone on his cell phone so loud even the 260 pound body builder walking by cringed a little. The phone is dead. The person on the other end gave up talking some time ago _ but the angry man keeps screaming because _ I guess it seems right..

.. . . . . Later still a well dressed man stops in the middle of a cross walk so intent on continuing his conversation the cars sounding their horns as he blocks traffic do not phase him a bit.

Moonrise in the City of Sin early August - Royal Hopper

Moonrise in the City of Sin early August – Royal Hopper

We all are who we are. Technology and culture just gives us the opportunity to realize who we are..
An ahole with a cell phone is still an ahole. Life in the City of Sin is still life in the City of Sin.

Love You Sinners
Take Care

This City is one big backyard garden _ Royal Hopper

This City is one big backyard garden _ Royal Hopper

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