5 January 2012

January 5, 2012

There are two strangers in Starbucks talking about how their wives left them. It’s this thing they have in common. They’re on opposite sides of the store, though, and the music is loud so they’re shouting. (I’m pretending there’s something playing in my headphones.) One stranger says, “I was going to kill her, the kids, and the lawyer, too. I was going to torture them and then I was going to kill them.”

He says, “But I’m 54 years old now, an old man.”

It’s 6:17am. The sun hasn’t even come up yet.

Advertisements
%d bloggers like this: