Your exhibitionism is fading. Showing less of nothing
is more, these days. “Have you ever been beat up?” “No.”
“Can we plan your departure?” Not while I’m sleeping.
Rainy Easters always do this to me. Don’t they do this
to you? I think maybe his concern is real. It started out
with dinner sitting next to Jackie Earle Haley, who, as it
turns out, is the next Freddie Krueger. And somehow
that makes me racist? Reaching out to you is like crawl-
ing into a hole. I wish. Another day off. I spent it with
the Comcast guy. Now I can download porn. I really am
in a relationship now. When we get married, I’ll teach you
how to play Rook. Family traditions and daytime television.
