not really, but close enough. He slept on a friend's futon and came into work this morning wreaking of smoke. It smelled like he had been roasting marshmallows all night, but instead he was watching his life crumble in front of his eyes.
When he breached the door at 10:30, he had a thousand-yard stare and the look of a disillusioned vet. I spotted him going through the trash looking for lunch scraps, and when I asked him what was going on he actually barked at me.
It became apparent very soon that something was direly wrong. I passed a hat, to see if I couldn't help maybe get him back on his feet. When I offered him the 12 dollars and 18 cents, he looked all indignant and refused. It's such a bold move, to refuse charity, but hubris will be your downfall my friend.
Who knows where he will be spending his night tonight.
Anthony, wherever you are, I will sing you my fondest lullaby from the warm comfort of my bed tonight. Hopefully, the sweet notes will reach your dirt-caked ears and lull you to sleep on your bed of tear-smeared newspapers.
-Brett
PS - Okay, so maybe I don't understand the concept of sadness. And maybe, okay, yes, I've never been sad before. But looking up the word in the dictionary, I get a premonition that maybe it's worse than good. So, when you google search "huge sadness" it seems weird that this picture and this picture are two of the top ten choices.
PPS - This one's for you Anth:
Monday, December 10, 2007
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