i heard them talking loudly: "Vinne said he'd been living in a cardboard box for the longest time." "he seems to be doing better, though, now." haha, the baffled shrug of dialysis. or some sort of cancer; whatever's well suited for the one's without hope. guess i could stand closer to the light and proclaim my freedoms through some hip counter-culture - it's not the same. the clerk at the grocery store never gets my bill right and i scare her with a deeper tone so i can afford my pasta for tomorrow. i sat down to write, but instead i phoned a friend in Jacksonville. we discussed the economy and the next time we'd have a chat together. i just kept staring, but i couldn't get past the dance of my pen.
