Im walking in the front door of the apartment building and turning to my right, because that is the way to the mailbox, which is still full of half price domino coupons and comcast bills. paula told me once that the mail man was so upset with her mailbox being full all the time that he just started to crumple up all of her bills and letters and toss them in her box. I hope this doesn't happen to me. well truthfully, it might not make that much of a difference.
but i have this neighbor that I just met while i was thinking about all of this while checking my mail. He says's hi, i reply in how are you, small talk, im tired, hungry, hungover, I kind of just want to go into my room and stare at my ceiling for awhile. He answers my polite, how are you, with...well....I just came from the bar.
this short mini- starter sentence was followed with
- why mushrooms are the root of mankind and without them nothing would exist.
-a story about a tribe in india who worship a 50 foot panda.
-him showing me his vinyl screen prints of aretha franklin that beyonce wanted to buy but then mysteriously decided not to.
-his thoughts on the government, religion, politics, women, drugs, and money.
I have to say I've never had a neighbor thats believed the earth is hollow with a sun inside and ancient civilizations living in the crust.
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