As not to bore anyone who happens upon this, I'm going back to a set time. Today, four minutes. Starting now!
Two football games, alone, sans snacks and comforted only by two beers to make it feel normal. A shit sandwich and some cheese. A cheese and tomato wrap for dinner as there was nothing else to choose from. Someone's leftovers, a bite of cold, soggy spanakopita was as uneventful as the last few months. Thought back to Christmas and how it was the first in 29 years I didn't call three people. First in another 15, I didn't call two others. They didn't call me either. The games, movies, people I don't know, have become my entertainment. I long for an interesting tale. Not one of these responses that feel so rehearsed. "I liked this, I didn't like that, that is what the consensus is, right?" I want something other than my own voice, repeating over and over the stories of the day before. I'm too old for small talk. I'm in the living room, not at the bank. I don't care for a book report, I want to know how you live, think, exist. What does that tomato taste like? Fuck you, I want to know what it reminds you of where. Sushi...doesn't taste the same without my red-headed friend, laughing as we sip sake, not a care in the world, for however long we're there.
Two football games, alone, sans snacks and comforted only by two beers to make it feel normal. A shit sandwich and some cheese. A cheese and tomato wrap for dinner as there was nothing else to choose from. Someone's leftovers, a bite of cold, soggy spanakopita was as uneventful as the last few months. Thought back to Christmas and how it was the first in 29 years I didn't call three people. First in another 15, I didn't call two others. They didn't call me either. The games, movies, people I don't know, have become my entertainment. I long for an interesting tale. Not one of these responses that feel so rehearsed. "I liked this, I didn't like that, that is what the consensus is, right?" I want something other than my own voice, repeating over and over the stories of the day before. I'm too old for small talk. I'm in the living room, not at the bank. I don't care for a book report, I want to know how you live, think, exist. What does that tomato taste like? Fuck you, I want to know what it reminds you of where. Sushi...doesn't taste the same without my red-headed friend, laughing as we sip sake, not a care in the world, for however long we're there.
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