Slobbering on a Triple-Double in the back of a local diner yesterday, I was reminded of what my father once told me: “Never get caught… especially if what you’re doing involves taking your pants dow to your ankles.”
I’ve been rotting away in my hometown for over 39 years now, and in all that time, the place hasn’t burned to the ground and ended my misery, despite how hard I pray for it to do so.
As I looked at the man running the diner, I felt compelled to impart on him the wisdom I have accrued in my many years of spinning my wheels in my dead-end job. But alas, he wasn’t worth it…so I stiffed him for the tip and put my cigarette out in his sugar bowl.
Poor pathetic souls…
Blogger from the Future said
I know things seems bad now, but may get better. You never know when your town will need a new traffic light and if you find out about first you’ll get to write about it! Sure that article will be used to line bird cages all over town, but at least you had something to fill a few hours of your life with!
You can’t always look at the bad side of things. For example in the year 2043, I would by accident reintroduce the world to the black plague. Yes, millions would die–but not everyone. And I would entertain hundreds of those people with my blog postings. Forced to stay indoors people would find my sight and for a few moments would forget the horrors their neighbors were suffering right outside their door.