It’s like a pool table after the break the way people distance themselves in an elevator. Perfectly equidistant. If I were a rat and you were a phone. For twenty-two years I’ve seen the same doctor in the same office building and the doorman never acknowledges me.Today he had a little shower cap on his cap for the rain or threat of rain. Do you have any idea how much I have hated people who talked about the weather. A red headed messenger reminded me of a boy I went out with in college, neither of us being the other’s first choice. Makes for some really abject lovemaking. If you can’t tell, I am my old cheerful self tonight waiting for a manuscript to fall from the sky and kill me.
What are you looking at?
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