Living In The Third Person
At two in the afternoon he was still in his white Hane's T-Shirt, pajama pants and sandals, his long hair tied back out of his face. He found something zen-like about wiping down his bookshelf, sponge in hand, bucket by his feet, his favorite tunes blasting across his apartment.
He had gone next door to borrow an impact driver and a couple of wall anchors. All of his lighters are dead. He leaned his face down next to the stove to light his cigarette before descending the back stairwell to visit his neighbor.
Christina was busying herself in the kitchen. Her son, Makana, and his friend, Arnette, were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Christina happily lends her neighbor the tools he needs. He thanks her and bends down to pet Foxy on the head before he leaves. The adorable, freckled cocker spaniel with the ugly haircut had been following him around the entire time.
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Dear Universe,
Today I want to do simple work. Today I want to make a little progress. I want to see my panda mosaic grouted and completed. I want to remember that today is always my last day on earth and I must seriously consider how I want to spend it. I want to remember that everything I say to others is always the last thing I will ever say to them and I must consider this before I speak. I want nothing to do with the views or opinions of anybody. Today I want to become a little more unrecognizable to those who know me best. Today I want to ride a pachycephalosaurus up Lake Shore Drive to the tobacco shop.
Tomorrow I'll want something else entirely.
He had gone next door to borrow an impact driver and a couple of wall anchors. All of his lighters are dead. He leaned his face down next to the stove to light his cigarette before descending the back stairwell to visit his neighbor.
Christina was busying herself in the kitchen. Her son, Makana, and his friend, Arnette, were sitting on the couch watching a movie. Christina happily lends her neighbor the tools he needs. He thanks her and bends down to pet Foxy on the head before he leaves. The adorable, freckled cocker spaniel with the ugly haircut had been following him around the entire time.
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Dear Universe,
Today I want to do simple work. Today I want to make a little progress. I want to see my panda mosaic grouted and completed. I want to remember that today is always my last day on earth and I must seriously consider how I want to spend it. I want to remember that everything I say to others is always the last thing I will ever say to them and I must consider this before I speak. I want nothing to do with the views or opinions of anybody. Today I want to become a little more unrecognizable to those who know me best. Today I want to ride a pachycephalosaurus up Lake Shore Drive to the tobacco shop.
Tomorrow I'll want something else entirely.