It’s normal to doubt what you’re doing
and day out
squeezing a lemon
should have more zest. I mean, I try oranges
and they’re sweeter and less sour, but they can be really bitter, at times.
Watching people work at their jobs, reminds me of working at mine.
It’s only, they have to do it on the weekends, and that doesn’t seem right,
but if they took the day off, I wouldn’t be able to buy my clothes.
I only have two pairs to wear to work.
Shopping is hell—and women love to do it. This should tell us something about the female.
My mother had the decency to leave me home
when I was young, and I spent time inside my little mind
and now, not much has changed.
Dandies (like my friend) have a natural talent for looking good, dressing well—but I just do my best, hell—I can’t be good at everything.
The years will steal your hope, if you don’t have a code to live by. Friends will steal from you, if you don’t enjoy their company.
I visited my 95-year-old aunt, while she was watching TV.
“Has anything happened to you, recently?” My mother asked her, hopefully.
She wanted my aunt to tell the story of being visited by Satan (for my benefit), but instead, she said, “I think I pooped my pants. Do you smell anything?”
“Sometimes, you think something is real in your dreams, but it’s different in reality,” my aunt said soberly.
I was hoping she was out-of-her-mind today, but no luck.
When I get to be 95 and infirmed—I want a mechanical typewriter and a bunch of crisp paper. I’ll make that machine sing like a soprano past her prime, all night long, so the caregivers know, there is somebody crazy, getting something done.
I spent the day, unwisely, driving around, looking for clothes.
“Your truck looks like it belongs to a homeless person,” my mother said. “Why don’t you clean it?”
I was feeling depressed, despite having a good time, but my mother wasn’t affected by my negative mood. She found it entertaining.
After waiting for my iced coffee, she commented on my demeanor.
“You look grumpy,” she said, “like, bring my coffee now!”
“It’s nice not to have to hide my feelings,” I said.
I noticed that she was a ray of sunshine, giving warmth to all the depressed people in the world.
My mother would brighten-up their day, by saying something positive, like
“Do you have the night off?” She asked a security guard.
“Yeah,” he said. “Have a nice evening.” He smiled.
I watched him stare at the Victoria’s Secret Supermodels and then go outside and light a cigarette.
At the end of the day, he was looking forward to that.
I couldn’t wait to go home and write this down.