Thoughts On My Morning Commute

Did you know junk mail is subsidized by the taxpayers? How many people actually use those stupid pamphlets. Also, did you know that we're also paying for those democratic/republican/vote for me glossy fliers? Do you know how much glossy fliers cost? It's not cheap.

The trucker had a long white beard and sunglasses even though it was cloudy. He sat like a little buddha in the yellow tractor seat and he backed it up and the little light went ding, ding, ding.

All business is cash. No receipts. An international grapevine. It's easier to do it this way, because you do what you can. According to the guy next to me all chinese are little worker ants. They're taking over. Actually that's just what I thought when the radio man kept saying, "They're taking over, they work and work, they do not rest."

It's strange how where you are is instantly what is. You move to Lagos and suddenly blackouts are a part of your day. They are just what happens. And everyone stares at you. You are not to be trusted.

I want to move to Lagos.

Strange how your world can change. You're passed out, you're awake. Someone's punching you. Someone's saving you.

New York has a swarming bee epidemic this summer. So just ignore the crowds, because there's no point. Right now. And did you know? Swarming bees don't sting. I didn't. Maybe I won't run away next time they swarm on me in Griffith Park.

It's been gloomy all week. Every week. June's just gloomy. But why? Why June?

All my favorite countries are failing. The economies are crashing. No one wants to declare bankruptcy. But maybe they should. Start over. Clean slate. It's a shame that living well doesn't make money. Living well by doing nothing, I mean.

My mind is blank. I can't think. Can't write. I'm supposed to write a page of this new story, a self-imposed deadline and I'm happy to do it, but I don't know if I can. My insides are an empty, cold shell. M's making a Greek salad. We're making bread. And by that we're heating it in the oven. There's leftover pasta. I ate two dried mango pieces. There's sugar in carrots, did you know that? And bananas? Nothing's good for you. 39grams per serving on the back of the mango box. That can't be good. I don't think it can. They don't teach you about sugar in school, only calories and saturated fat. Maybe I just wasn't listening.

Back to the land of the living. To the kitchen to do the dishes. There are dishes in the sink. The thing about dishes is that they never end. Especially if you live with someone who loves to cook. Still, I'd take dish duty over cooking any day. =)