Do you want to read the good written material I have created today? The Indy 500. While thousands rushed to the track to drown themselves in alcohol in the blazing sun watching race cars zoom across the track going at speeds I've never traveled, I learned in the background. I made a decision to go in search of a good spot to watch the race on television yesterday and that is a good thing today. It sent me spiraling to Twin Peaks, a place I had listed on my calendar and scratched off the original day I chose to go. Still my sub-conscious would not let me forget what I had tried to erase. It pushed me in that direction and I arrived and met my destiny restoring the balance of today. I walked in with a quarter. I ordered a water and sat at the bar. My bartender was a seasoned veteran. She'd been there since it opened. Her next career goal in life is to be a housewife. I sat there for hours, just learning from the environment and her. The pack sitting to my left get louder as their drinks keep getting refilled. One of them speaks up and decides to order shots for the group. I chime in, can I have one too? No. Then he changes his mind, calls it karma, and orders me up one. Did we just become best friends? No. I soon learn what attracts me to the bartender, she reminds me of a person I knew in the past, Heather. Coincidentally enough, a red head strolls into the bar to work next to my bartender and her name is Heather. So I spend a few hours there just learning and being in the space. I'm not a king. I say at one point to the guy who bought the shots. Kiss the ring bitch. His response, drowning himself in booze. When him and his pack are about to leave, he bows and kisses my hand. I return after a visit home for a nap and dinner. My bartender and Heather are still there, grinding it through on a Sunday race day. I order a glass a house red and the banana pudding. Both were good then as of today. It wasn't about me that good day, it was about her, the bartender, and Heather, and that's a good thing today.