What about it?
They do
No they do not.
Comparisons aren’t necessary; they are not conscious.
Ah . . they are . . . yare
comparing it to yourself arent you
What about it?
They do
No they do not.
Comparisons aren’t necessary; they are not conscious.
Ah . . they are . . . yare
comparing it to yourself arent you
buxom turned back to the bushes with a bottom to match
and cried I wanna get going.
You
can go after you meet them.
buxom shorts were too short the longtorso black hoodie she wore barely covered
their creeping
a Starbucks operated at the top cars lined up waiting
service via the drive-thru
the womanthe voice who called to
her was inside the Suburban but obscured Get in the car.
I’ve said hello.
Get in the car. No girlie he thought not that way
Get into the car.
I’d rather not. her shorts kept being chewed
Please. Get into the car. Nono not that way
she said she was watching
Millionaire Joewas he near his television
A reality show
Yeah, should have seen them, you’d
have jumped out of your skin; foxes.
No thanks
What? No thanksyou kidding me?
These women were beautiful.
No thank you
Nah To each his own
I do entirely
Sure, ingredients Joe, yet in spite himself he was obviously wowed.
An the other women noticed
Shityeah, you know how it is when
there are a lot of women in a room, it's to the nth degree on a reality show.
They can smell it
Yeahright . . . they can smell it.
They rip her limb from limb
had he a sideview mirror he could
have glanced into it and seen homeless looking after him he knew he was because what his leer telegraphedbecause
he didnt hear his shoes shuffle or the slap
of the loose yellow laces
COURAGEOUS
TRUSTED
CONSISTENT
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grief
he wished grief would be understood by others
the way he understood it an enormous
room everyone is gathered to one wall Awright Everyone who feels that grief is sadness or
depression cross the room to the wall opposite us an everyone who feels there
is joy and bright memories in grief please remain here stand with me
to his experiences hes grateful
the enormous room isnt on a boat weighted to one side it might tip and sink
he shopped there fourfive times a
year
she fed it into the scanner
it was rejected
turning to himhe could see she was
flustered before she could stammered he said
The checks good Scan it again please
You have my form of payment
But as you can see the machine rejected
it.
Yes inside him all his HIMs an HERs were
groaning Not again just wont fall in line will ya
I see the machine rejected it but yare the cashier I handed you the check Its goodIve written checks here possibly
longer than youve been alive
I’ll have to call management.
through the intercom he heard a man say hed be there in a minute
he looked to the woman behind him
in line she was of a commiserate age You werent going to write a check for your purchase were you
when the manager arrived the
young man didnt say anything to him addressed the cashier she
explained that she believed she did everything correctly he then told her what to do she followed his
orders the while insisting softly I did that . . I did that
he tried hard not to glare his customer care skills werent good but managers
tell people what to do don like to being told themselves
Which machine now sir his HIMs an HERs moaned Yare really
picking a sore ya didnt mean it You have eighteenth registers numbered beneath brightred signs though only two are open
he scanned the drivers license the machine accepted it reluctantly he returned it to the shelf he wasnt going to hand it to him Do onto others as you will have
others do onto you his HIMs and HERs uttered he hadnt appeared religious
So whas with your machines
he
couldnt stifle an irritated sigh They haven’t been updated. Nobody
writes checks anymore.
Well meet Mister Nobody
I wouldnt trust you ifya were
blind Get out from behind me
it was LA
he wasnt out of the woods
every quarter mile or so she
could kill them
to this day hes never asked that of himself
0933 or 1133, he
preferred 0933, Monday, 3 1.
22
for years he watched one football
game a week
received one station NBC on his
television
it carried the late Sunday night
game
a friend invited him over to
watch Sunday football
For years
You gamble
Huh? he looked up from his laptop
Gamble Ya gamble
he looked back down into his
laptop Well, I’m followingplaying
fantasy football, three leagues, not serious money, it’s more like friendly
competitions than anything else, although, thinking of it, I could couldn’t I?
he looked at him asif he were an green
alien with two heads Watch one game? Why do that?
Im overstimulated I watch the Sunday evening game only that game all season an that for more years than I can
remember mebbe the last tentwelve years Ya didnt
mention this setup asked if I wanted to watch some football not every fuckin game broadcasted
No.
You’re leaving?
I am Thank you though for the invitation Not to be rude but had I known or an inkling
to askwe only know what we know I
wouldntve accepted
Well, man, suit yourself.
Ill see my way out