10.6.09

Nasty Smiles 2

So as I finished that first post on Person X, I got a phone call from the person who originally told me about the cancer scare. Person X, who resides in Arcata, got his wallet stole from his car.

"Isn't that horrible?" she asked. "He's having such a shitty day."

"Does he need money to buy cigarettes?" I asked. "With that cancer scare gone we all need something to look forward to."

"You haven't worked on being any nicer yet, have you?" she asked.

Apparently not. Apparently not at all.

1 comment:

Type A Underachiever said...

i could be wrong here but my perception is that you are without pretense. that doesn't make you a dick.