shift key
i spent the first
day of my
psychology class.
"I love art." the preacher says, "anything
that invokes an emotion in me."
then he mentions
the Beatles'
manager for god knows
what reason. sticks
on that for awhile
like a foot
caught idle in some
dried up cement.
he rides
this guy's
dick like it was
his only business,
then brings
part one of the
sermon to a
conclusion with
some really articulate
words on suicide:
"I respect him even though he
took the coward's way out."
i'm almost
asleep now. i
stay awake just
long enough to listen to
him bitch some more
about people being lazy
for not using capital letters
in their emails.
"Finally-
[perhaps the first good thing he's
said in the past hour]
-our assignment for Wednesday is to take a happy
picture of yourself, post it, and write a few sentences
about how it shows who you are."
...so much for my
representation.
after class,
flung up my phone;
took the most
sullen picture i could,
typed some unfitting
words in all
lowercase.
(almost decided to tell him
to e-mail a coward back,
especially if
he thought the guy
liked it when he spent
a whole night with a
quarter-inch cable
tied around his
neck-
but i thought that
might be a little much.)
i gotta hand it to
him, experiencing this
man was about enough to
make me never want to
touch a shift key ever
again.