Saturday, October 06, 2018
Traveling In the Interior
-Left wife to find myself
-Where go?
-India
-That's the place all right.
-After year, and at festival where they
throw colored powder at each other,
I had my Profoundest Revelation!
-Wow! Namely?
-That I was full of shit!
-And Indians?
-Moreso. With colored powder!
-So you came home?
-To unromantic Podunk.
-and wife?
-Had left with dimmer-dimmest wit
she could find!
-He wasn’t full of shit?
-That’s graduate school for him! Well what can I say? She wanted a primitive.
-He’d go apeshit in colored powder!
-At any rate, would be without her
presently.
-Lost his macho thrust, did he?
-Probably not, but you...like to talk
about things sometimes.
-Like with you?
-We’ll be trying. Again.
At last! A romantic note!
-Not a chance!
-Oh? And every chance?
-All at once! Everything’s always
all at once!
-Shame. Hafta find yourself on your
own dime.Labels: deception, finding yourself, friends, self-deception, sex
