Tuesday, July 19, 2005

#53 - Emasculated Curmudgeonry

"Get a haircut, kid."

His head was recently shaved.

"Get a job, kid."

He starts Wednesday at a place called "CD Warehouse."

For all his incomprehensible lifestyle, he speaks to me in terms that are at once clear and well-structured. I can actually understand him.

I asked him about his girlfriend. He said he no longer had one, and what with trying to find a full-time job, get his driver's license, and just generally live, he really has no time at the moment for the ladies.

[scratches head]

Now what'll I have to complain about?

Or, maybe I don't really wanna know...

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