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| diver on a board and then flips twice concluding with a resounding slurp in the toilet. (The toilet was clean; I mean there was only water in it.) I slipped into the present tense: isn't that stupid? I'm here with you, not there in the bathroom. So I wore the sock anyway. Yeah. I think I was trying to degrade myself somehow. I threw it back in there to make sure it was good and wet, and then put it on. It made me uncomfortable because it rubbed against my shoe. And you know, it was really cold today too. But I'll tell you about that shortly. Please don't be angry with me; just hold me tighter. No, I don't remember breakfast. You still haven't awakened. Yes, I know that I got up early again; I'm not attacking you; I never attack you do I? No, if you're hurt because of what I do to myself, that doesn't count. So anyway, I decided to go to my old neighborhood. You know, where I lived until I was ten. I'd been wandering the streets until a little after noon when I decided this. My foot was frozen and I would be able to warm it in the subway. Now promise me you won't be angry with me. I took the subway. There's nothing wrong with that -- wait a minute! So the subway car was kind of empty, but there was this gorgeous girl sitting somewhat across from me. Don't pull away please! I'll kill myself. I have to tell you this. I fell in love with her. Well, you know what I mean. Please hold both my hands. So I kept trying to attract her attention. (But this is New York, you know?) I couldn't and started to think it was because of the sock. Well of course it wasn't because of the sock, but I'm trying to describe my emotions (or something in me, whatever it is). So I tried to look down at my foot without attracting too much attention; you know, looking for stains on the shoe. I'm sorry this is so weird. So I moved over to her, smiling at her as I did so, but she didn't seem to notice (but no one ever seems to notice anythying until they do something about it). So what do I talk about, I wondered. The weather? I giggled out loud at that thought. Yes, out loud. And then I put my hand on her knee. Her knee! And massaged it a little. I'm really sorry. I really am. Don't pull away please and don't moan. And don't curse. Don't frown either. So she leaps up (what do you expect, right?) -- oh I switched tense again |
