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“i’ll definitely be the most popular girl in my class,” she thought as she rubbed the miniature scepter in her pocket.
it is. sometimes. once in a while. not really. you’re naive. have you been to the city recently? it could be if i had more money. if i was taller. if i had a bigger apartment. a dog would be nice. i came here about fifteen years ago. i was supposed to be here for a few years. now i can’t leave. too many, you know, things i have here. rent. friends. it’s not that i can just get up and just go. next time around, i’ll go to med school.
sometimes when i’m working, i think i’m that piano riff in a sentimental mood by coltrane. that’ll get me going and then of course i’ll have to follow that with killer joe by benny golson, you know that live track on terminal one. i’ll be snapping my fingers like i’m a true to life jet. and then when my turn comes for the piano solo, i’ll do my thing with just one hand. i’ll let the other hand do whatever the hell it wants.
me and my girlfriends are tight. we grew up together in fallanton. that’s about seven miles from the ohio state university. we all went there. nancy, the one with the reddish hair in the front, she’s a nurse at mercy med. jen, the one out in the back, she’s a housewife with four amazing kids. and for me i’m a systems analyst for facebook. don’t tell anyone this but i can see all your profiles and pictures even the ones that are private. if you press “$” and hold down the control key (or the command key if you have a mac) when you log on, you have super facebook powers, kind of like when you have double or triple stacks in checkers and you can jump over like four or five pieces. i once viewed chris lagorga’s profile. i went to high school with him and i had such a crush on him but he didn’t really look at me much because he was one of those football player guys. he went on to play for duke or something but anyway i kept trying to friend him on facebook but he kept ignoring me. i got sick and tired of it, because i helped him with his homework. without me he wouldn’t have graduated. so i used my special facebook powers and boom, i’m his friend. i think he’s tried to unfriend me like seven times but i keep adding myself. i’m thinking of adding a picture of myself on his wall or something. i can’t wait to see what he says.
it was a thursday afternoon at about 3:41 p.m. when elmo just got tired fucking around on sesame street.
i guess i first justified it in my head as her being “just different,” you know, clothes bought from the second hand stores, hates her parents, believes that neocapitalism is the root of all oppression. i didn’t notice really that she drooled a lot when she ate until my buddy dean said it to me a few weeks ago. i swear, man, i woke up a few days ago and jesus, i was sweating all over the damn place because i just realized that she had asked to take a pint of my blood the other day for some emergency blood donation drive at the blood bank. but she did the procedure herself in my bathroom and you know for the record i did not feel too comfortable when all was said and done. you should see my friggin’ arm. and then came the kicker just yesterday. she was talking to me about the biography of thomas dewey and then all of a sudden she started to take off her face. no joke man. her face.
the only way they find out is if you say something.
so, mr. smith, let’s just say you’re on a deserted island . . .
age has a way of creeping up on you but not in that i’m tip-toeing on a creaky floor with a knife in my hand. it’s more like a parade of drummers. as you get older, you keep wondering, wow this is a cool parade. and then before you start thinking too much about that parade, you start thinking of how it was just yesterday that you were in high school and you had zits and it was so cool to have your own car and do your own thing and that you had all these dreams and that you were genuinely different than everyone else because you are somehow unique and maybe you are destined for fame. then you wake up just like any other day, just like every day, and the drummers that are all around you, they’re getting louder and louder, and then you realize that’s YOUR fucking parade man, and that they’re playing drums for you like they’ve always been.
it all started with an ad in the sunday paper job section. it read, “tomorrow the sea moves east on a small boat.” he replied the following sunday, “workers needed for short-term labor job in long island.” we’ve been going on for months now, just like this. yesterday, he said, “make money from home.” so today, we are planning to meet for lunch at our favorite place on the upper west. i think i’ll have an iced tea and the soup of the day. i suspect he’ll have salad with croutons.
e v e r y d a y aperture 