Or Some Other Fairly Large Thing
Squeaky Cheese is his name. Fitting, I guess. He asks for a cigarette so I give him one. He's sitting next to some guy he calls his brother who nods his head. His eyes are closed.
Squeaky Cheese asks me if his brother can have a cigarette.
I guess so.
It's late at night and I smell like garbage. My hands are dirty and smell like tuna.
I hate my job.
It starts to rain kind of. Not enough to make me really wet, but enough to make me uncomfortable.
I pass another guy whistling the Addams Family theme. Instead of clapping where necessary he jangles the few coins in his McDonald's cup.
Got any change?
(I don't give shit to the Asian lady in the subway who plays the guitar and the violin at the same fucking time, why the fuck would I toss you a quarter just 'cause you can whistle?)
No, sorry man I don't have anything on me.
Can I have a cigarette?
... Yeah.
It's still raining kind of.
The sign at the corner says "Don't Walk" but I do anyways because I don't play by the rules.
It's almost one in the morning. No one else is at the bus stop. Just me at the bus stop.
Just me at the bus stop until a man rides up to me on a old yellow bike.
Got any change?
I look at him and then at the bike.
Did you steal that?
He smiles.
... No, he says, and rides away.
I put my hands in my pockets and look down State St. No bus.
Across the river there is a tall building that I have never really noticed before. There is a hole near the top, on the eastern side, big enough to fit a small airplane through. Or an elephant. Or some other fairly large thing.
I wonder what that hole is for.
What is that hole for?
I wonder if people can even go out there. Like it's some fancy pants inverted balcony or something.
And as if to answer my question, suddenly a little black dot of a man appears walking slowly in what is probably circles.
Then he stops. I look at him for a long time. He doesn't move even once.
My phone vibrates. I look down at it. It's running out of battery juice, it tells me.
So I shut it off and put it back in my pocket.
Then I look back up at the little black dot man just in time to see him jump.
Squeaky Cheese asks me if his brother can have a cigarette.
I guess so.
It's late at night and I smell like garbage. My hands are dirty and smell like tuna.
I hate my job.
It starts to rain kind of. Not enough to make me really wet, but enough to make me uncomfortable.
I pass another guy whistling the Addams Family theme. Instead of clapping where necessary he jangles the few coins in his McDonald's cup.
Got any change?
(I don't give shit to the Asian lady in the subway who plays the guitar and the violin at the same fucking time, why the fuck would I toss you a quarter just 'cause you can whistle?)
No, sorry man I don't have anything on me.
Can I have a cigarette?
... Yeah.
It's still raining kind of.
The sign at the corner says "Don't Walk" but I do anyways because I don't play by the rules.
It's almost one in the morning. No one else is at the bus stop. Just me at the bus stop.
Just me at the bus stop until a man rides up to me on a old yellow bike.
Got any change?
I look at him and then at the bike.
Did you steal that?
He smiles.
... No, he says, and rides away.
I put my hands in my pockets and look down State St. No bus.
Across the river there is a tall building that I have never really noticed before. There is a hole near the top, on the eastern side, big enough to fit a small airplane through. Or an elephant. Or some other fairly large thing.
I wonder what that hole is for.
What is that hole for?
I wonder if people can even go out there. Like it's some fancy pants inverted balcony or something.
And as if to answer my question, suddenly a little black dot of a man appears walking slowly in what is probably circles.
Then he stops. I look at him for a long time. He doesn't move even once.
My phone vibrates. I look down at it. It's running out of battery juice, it tells me.
So I shut it off and put it back in my pocket.
Then I look back up at the little black dot man just in time to see him jump.
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