ask him what happened in 1979.
Hint: they don’t make those in
Arkansas. My mother kept
reminding us of how they
had to ration stuff during
World War II, like eggs
and butter (milk, maybe?).
I don’t know how to deflect.
I don’t even know the name
of the movie.
Several hours
later I can TALK for pizza
and cocktails. It’s some-
thing to do every minute
of the week. Hang on.
So I’m doing all my
writing with calendars.
It’s the new way. Be-
cause this office has
no soul. Barf. That’s
puke.
Plus we could
all die at any time.
