Observe

I see this guy in my head, I tell myself to grab a notepad and write everything down that I observe. So here goes.

He is just lying there on his bed watching cable TV on the portable TV in the corner of his small dank room littered with both dirty and clean clothes. He lights up another cigarette and starts to build on the pile of ash that has gathered at his bedside. He lays still caught up in some TV show, his face remains still and sullen.

He bends over, picks up and opens a tobacco tin then pulls out three cigarette papers. He starts to stick the cigarette papers together. I think he’s making a joint, oh, there he goes, he is making a joint. As soon as he is finished building he lies back, lights up and returns to his zombie mode. Half an hour passes in my head. I know this because his video recorder clock is half an hour later to when I last looked about ten seconds ago. So there he is, still there wasting away, eyes and facial expressions blank.

Suddenly his face comes to life. It looks like he’s had an idea or something. He gets out of bed, stumbles over his clothes, picks up a pen and heads to a pile of paper by his bedside to pick up a notepad. He lies back on the bed and starts to write something down in the notepad. I wonder what the hell he is doing. He is scribbling away at an amazing rate then all of a sudden he stops. Oh I think he’s making another joint, yes he’s picking up the tin again. It’s time to look at what he’s written.

Shit, he’s turned the notepad over while he’s rolling his joint, "let me see, let me see" I say to myself as I’m writing this stuff down. He lights up and turns the notepad back over. Time for me to have a look, I zoom in to see what he has written and this is what it says.

"I see this guy in my head, I tell myself to grab a notepad and write everything down that I observe. So here goes.

He is just lying there on his bed watching cable TV on the portable TV in the corner of his small dank room littered with both dirty and clean clothes. He lights up another cigarette and starts to build on the pile of ash that has gathered at his bedside. He lays still caught up in some TV show, his face remains still and sullen.

He bends over, picks up and opens a tobacco tin then pulls out three cigarette papers. He starts to stick the cigarette papers together. I think he’s making a joint, oh, there he goes, he is making a joint. As soon as he is finished building he lies back, lights up and returns to his zombie mode. Half an hour passes in my head. I know this because his video recorder clock is half an hour later to when I last looked about ten seconds ago. So there he is, still there wasting away, eyes and facial expressions blank.

Suddenly his face comes to life. It looks like he’s had an idea or something. He gets out of bed, stumbles over his clothes, picks up a pen and heads to a pile of paper by his bedside to pick up a notepad. He lies back on the bed and starts to write something down in the notepad. I wonder what the hell he is doing. He is scribbling away at an amazing rate then all of a sudden he stops. Oh I think he’s making another joint, yes he’s picking up the tin again. It’s time to look at what he’s written.

Shit, he’s turned the notepad over while he’s rolling his joint, "let me see, let me see" I say to myself as I’m writing this stuff down. He lights up and turns the notepad back over. Time for me to have a look, I zoom in to see what he has written and this is what it says."