writin' and whatnot

Day 22 of 30

GOTTA BE KIDDING ME I mean you got no wife no kids no house no future he said

I mean aint you thirty he asked

I mean don't you wanna be happy he asked

I mean when you gon' get it together he asked and asked and asked

like I was some infected vagrant his head cocked to the side to the angle of sympathy and dissappointment the last bit of sense oozing from his ear

I imagined it as invisible lanyard he used to use to keep his passion bound to his nuts before swallowing his pride chocking on rope of responsibility breaking his back on social benchmarks way back then

I mean seriously you thirty he said

Yes yes I know I said then laughed

and laughed

and laughed

and laughed