Thursday, January 29, 2009
I nuke two chicken patties. The ham and cheese kaiser roll warms up in the panini grill. In the dining room my homie tries to persuade his homie to sleep on the couch and to not drive home drunk. His mother has a lump on her breast. I'm the only one who hears and during our twelve second exchange I try to act like it isn't a big deal and he shouldn't be scared. You express hunger, buddy. So the three of you hydroplane down to the O for some pizza. I eat my cordon bleu sandwich in safety, wishing I would help more.