Dreams of Fish
Fragments
The Seven Deadly Social Sins
My Enemy
San Francisco, Strippers, and Satan
New Town
Interviews with the People in My Neighborhood
First Dateh
Reunion
Tasty Recipes
Job Search, Pt. 1
Republic, Pt. 2
Scientology
The Girl Who Works at Tower Records on Thursday Afternoons
Meat Market
Fun Pranks
My Best Friend is My Dentist
Tips For Scoring With the Ladies...
They made us better than others, especially essay order and mathematics papers.
Moved to a new town and got a new job. Days start around 4:30 or 5:00 in the morning: run for about a half hour, shower, get dressed, eat a quick, simple breakfast, and drive the ten minutes it takes to get to work and listen to coworkers screaming at each other in Russian. I'm usually in by 6:00 or 6:30, when the stock market opens. Sit in front of a computer most of the day, except for an hour around 1:00, when I go to lunch.
Around 5:00 or 6:00pm, I drive the ten minutes it takes me to get home. Then I usually cook something simple, eat it, then go to sleep. Weekdays have been like this, with little fluctuation, for the past three weeks.
On my lunch break today I talked to the girl who worked the counter at the juice bar. We started a conversation based on the tee shirt I was wearing. She went on her break and we talked about music and places to see shows in the area. When I told her I needed to head back, she gave me her number and mentioned it was the number to her dorm room. I realized I probably already had pubic hair around the same time she was learning to walk. I felt like such a fool on so many levels that I threw her number away and decided never to go to that store again.
I went back to work, sat in front of a computer for a few hours while people screamed in Russian, drove home, cooked a simple dinner, ate it, and went to sleep. Yet another day kicked in the ass.
My father was a tough son of a bitch. When I would hear children …