Micah Jennings

1.14.05 Friday [stupid!]

Spent last night observing Reginald again. The man is like a metronome—a routine down to the minute. I watched him watch the news till 7:00, prepare an airplane-style tray of food, and view sitcoms and files till his bedtime at precisely 10:00. I’m rather confident that I could safely and successfully strike tomorrow without incident, but I’ll give it a few more days.

Around noon today Aaron barged into my room asking if I wanted to go out to eat with him and Ben. I didn’t, but when I discovered the fridge was all but stripped of edibles, I complied. It turned out to be a bad decision.

We decided on lunch at Moe’s. They argued that since it was just down the block, it made more sense to walk. I soon realized they just wanted an excuse to parkour. I was only marginally impressed with their skills. An inner urge implored me to show them up, but my better judgment kept me in check, so I strode calmly behind them with my hands restrained in my pockets. If only they could see my flip to precision, I thought with a smirk.

When we got to Moe’s we found that the neighboring building was under construction, littered with caution tape and metal barriers. When I found one in my way I instinctively quickened my step, grabbed it, and glided over, stabilizing myself with the other hand. It was beautifully fluid—so much so that it caught the attention of Aaron and Ben, who looked at me quizzically.

“I thought you gave it up, Mike,” Aaron prodded.
“Gave what up?”
“Parkour. Nice vault,” said Ben.

I shrugged it off, but they eyed me carefully for the rest of the afternoon. I guess they figure it’s odd that I’ve gotten better since I stopped. It was such a stupid mistake to make, vaulting like that.

-M.J.

posted by Mr. Linty @ 7:17 PM