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Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you. I could never forget you.

Found Art

Today I found some found art. It was my own art. I found it on my brother’s old corkboard. My father took my brother’s old corkboard out of his bedroom and put it in the basement under an old light table, keeping the corkboard intact. I have been sleeping in the basement on a futon all the way in back.

I was doing a little snooping and happened to spot the corkboard, on which was push-pinned a note I wrote to my bro, who must have pinned it there. I actually dated it, which is rather ANAL of me. I am ANAL about spelling ANAL with ALL CAPS. I am also anal about spelling ALL CAPS in all caps. Psyche, I’m not, and I just proved it. Dick. The note is dated January 14, 1998 A.D.

So you are probably at the edge of your balls wondering what the fuck this found art note says. This is what:

Saul–
Andrew called at 5:43 pm (central time). He said he’s probably going to stop by later. Or he may give you a call. He sounded happy, but underneath that surface happiness, I sensed in him a fear of what the future holds. Perhaps this is caused by the fact that, as he has previously mentioned to me, he wasn’t potty trained until his early teenage years.
-Aaron

My brother chose to hang this note on the corkboard in his room, sandwiching it between a Phish set list and a Northwestern sticker.

PEACE.

Chicago!

Guess what? I am writing this from Chicago! “Chicago, that somber city” (Saul Bellow quote there for you, off the top of my head, no big deal).

My flight here was fine. I hate that question, “How was your flight?” Because, unless there was some crazy gas leak or near-crash, the answer has more to do with the disposition of the person flying than the actual flight. Either, the flight was fine, or it sucked, but it only sucked because you don’t like flying, or because you think everything sucks.

For me, the stock answer is, “It was fine.” Generally I just sleep for a while, read, and my new thing: watching a movie on my laptop. I started to watch Revolutionary Road but it was so slowly moving towards some depressingly unsatisfying life for these characters, I stopped watching. I’ll finish it later.

Asking, “How was your flight?” is worse than asking about the weather. Readers, do you agree, or disagree so hard????

Doublechin

New Beginnings: The One Act

An enormous room. A table in the corner. People standing all over the room.

Jim: Hello.

Melissa: Hello.

Terry: Hello.

Vin: Hello.

Ramon: Hello.

Gil: Hello.

Sandra: Hello.

Vanessa: Hello.

Ramon: (from across the room) How’s your day going?

Vanessa: Me?

Ramon: Yes.

Vanessa: (acknowledging all the people around her) Out of all these people, why did you choose me?

Ramon walks over so that he is face-to-face with Vanessa.

Ramon: I find myself attracted to you.

Vanessa: Touch me.

Ramon reaches out his hand and touches her face.

Vanessa: Not on my face.

Ramon strokes her shoulder.

Vanessa: Yes.

Ramon: Do you like that?

Vanessa: What?

Ramon: You are so beautiful.

Vanessa: I’m not sure how I feel about you. I think I like you.

Ramon: Is it just because I like you?

Vanessa: I’m not sure.

Ramon: (now stroking her lower back) That’s okay.

Gil: (shouting from way across the room) WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO MY GIRLFRIEND?

Ramon: (backing away) Nothing.

Vanessa: Oh so suddenly you care?

Ramon: Me?

Vanessa: Gil! Suddenly you care?

Gil: Baby…

Vanessa grabs her purse from the table.

Vanessa: You can have each other.

Ramon and Gil walk towards each other, meeting halfway. They stare at one another for several moments.

Ramon: Want to grab a drink?

Gil: Yes.

CURTAIN.