Tuesday, May 02, 2017

Tower D

I lived in a tall building, just once for a year, on the 11th floor.  I spent most of the year looking out the window and people started asking me if there was something wrong.  They asked stupid things like did I think about jumping.  I wanted to answer, no motherfucker, I grew up next to the ground, like a hamster, and it amazed me that people could live and breathe and eat and fuck and shit so far away from the dirt they sprung from.

Usually I just answered no.

I really didn't think they would get it, and I didn't want to expose myself as a hick.  You can't really hide who you are though, can you?  It's going to come out one way or another.

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