The glaring sun and pummelling noise of the jackhammer are medicinal.
I know everyone on the street, in the stores.
"Hey Rebecca, how's it going?"
"Hey Rebecca, you look great!"
"Hey, Rebecca, how's the writing going?"
Nothing is where it used to be. What happened to the Post Office?
"Rebecca, I have to go out with those bad people tonight. Save me from the
bad people."
"Jay, lie to them. Don't let them into your mind. don't let them into your
mind."
I want to protect him.
He is afraid to read anything I write for fear that he will not like it.
"Rebecca, pay attention to me, not to the commercials on TV!"
"Can we turn this to the presidential debate instead of baseball?"
"What debate?"
I think I'm starving, but I can't eat.
I'm neither fatter nor thinner. Just more cold.
The only thing more boring than being forced to watch a boring video is
being forced to watch a boring video that I cannot even hear because an even
more boring person is talking over it.
"Anyone need a job? Hawhaw. Crash dummy job available! Haw Haw."
"The trick is, you must learn to blend in with the crowd."
People tend to think that their esoteric knowledge is so important. "As I
the traffic cop was telling me the other day ..."
Where is the Post Office these days?
"... good social attitude ... "
"Hey Rebecca!"
"Over here."
"Sure, I don't mind. Drive home safely."
I do not have insomnia ... I just do not want to sleep.
"Let's get together Sunday."
I swear, I'm quitting this time.
"How do you pronounce that, la-ron-go-lo-gist?"
Writing on my notepad, balanced on my steering wheel.
It never comes out like I want it to.
The sun is blinding; the jackhammer is deafening.
Why am I so cold?
"Things are just rolling off you."
"Nothing is bothering you."
"Poetic license, dude."
"Everybody has someone ...."
Timing is everything.