Daily Archives: August 8, 2002

not answering

It is hard to get the door now that I have gone to pieces. It is like being undressed. Wait, wait one moment let me get a towel, let me get some glue. It is hard to get the phone too. People might hear my fragments, like gravel and sand. I have turned the ringer off. Read more →

"ching" "ching" "ching"

The red “brake pad” light went on in my car the other day. I wish instead it would just cut the crap and the light would say “twelve hundred dollars” just to get me used to the idea that my wallet was going to bleed. In fact, I wish that in every situation a light would come on and tell… Read more →