the adventures of an EvilJazzMidget

“Excuse me, are you a visitor here?” The soliciting old man asked. “Uh mm..yes…” I replied, curious and cautiously. “Would you be willing to be a part of a survey about how our visitors are experiencing Edinburgh?” He asked, with a hopeful tone. I wasn’t sure what I’d do with that. He only needed an…

“Do you know what you want?” The waitress asked, American accent standing. “Uh, yes, just some lavender tea, please. Thank you.” I said. I wasn’t up for earl grey, and I was just here to not be at home and to sit a bit.

“Well, here are the keys, and if there’s anything you need, we’re just around the corner.” “Thanks, much appreciated. ” I replied. John left, closing the self locking door behind him.

“You should try the whiskey tour, though I suggest doing it after twelve…otherwise it’s a bit weird..” Said the cashier in her heavy English accent. “Ha, I’ll give that a look. Thanks” I said, knowing that my friends would be all over that if they were going to Edinburgh too.

  “Is this going to Battersea?” Asked the elderly gentleman. I’d seen him earlier on my walk, and he looked like he was having trouble walking. “Uh, let me – yes, it is.” I replied. I looked towards the direction the bus would come from. “Oh good. The other one had been waiting awhile before,…

We’re going to try something new this time. Bear with me. Haven’t written a poem in years, but I used to be pretty good at it, or so my teachers used to say. It was a night like two nights before, When no sleep was had. Just thoughts and crocheting were stirring. Plans were laid…

Just want to get a quick message out about my typos. My internet is spotty at best, and it’s quite delayed in typing. You’ll notice many grammatical errors and spelling mistakes, and I apologize for these. Until I can get to a place where I can edit more easily, you’ll have to suffer through them.…

“When we cross the border, you’ll see the yellow line turn white. Also, everything’s more difficult. You’ll use pounds instead of euros, miles instead of km. It’s all UK there, so be prepared.” She said it as a joke, but part of me thought she was being somewhat serious. The girls behind me continued to…

“Why is this so important to you?” Asked the Irishman, dressed in informal military clothes. “I feel he should be recognized for his life. He was never name or awarded anything, and for my family, before he dies, he should be acknowledged.” Replied the elderly Irishman.

“Can I help ya, dear?” Asked the station attendant, which a very heavy Irish accent. “Sure, probably, I’m just trying to get some kind of signal here.” I replied, then showing her the map on my phone. “What bus should I take to get here?”