UPDATED
MY APOLOGIES
My apologies
if this has all become too poetic lately.
It wasn’t on purpose.
I know most today don’t like to read
and it hurts a lot when the words come out of order
and in different sizes than usual.
I will work on this
as well as taking the stories
about eating foods with drugs in them
and ending up on unexpected car rides
and making them seem
more like I am experiencing them
and less like I am watching someone experience them
and reporting back
to a fictional friend.
On that note
I bought a Mercedes the other day
from a youth minister
who just had his first child at age 23.
He was from Oregon, with a younger brother who writes music,
carried a jug of grape juice in his trunk
to administer communion
and needed money to pay rent
on his one bedroom apartment
in the mostly-student houses that surround the campus of UCLA.
The car is fast, silver,
and allows me to feel the way
a mid-level film producer, or
45 year old newly single male with good credit
must have felt in the year 1992.
My last car?
The brakes went out while I was driving
the peddle sunk straight to the ground
and I hit a wall.
No bad scratches on me
but I do recommend abandoning things
when they are large enough to kill strangers
and their inner workings are too complex
for you to properly diagnose
or repair
without the aide of gigantic tools you will never own.
Just a thought.