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…
