Remember back in middle school when teachers wrote on chalkboards and every time they made a stroke, you’d cringe at that sound of chalk scratching the board and feel goosebumps running down your arms?
He turned his gaze to the city. “I’m just thinking about how much I care about you,” he said.
The warden shouted at us that if we touched anybody, we would be immediately taken out of the cell and put into a van and taken to Riker’s Island.
Babies have this nothing-can-harm-me and nothing-can-touch-me attitude towards the world. Ernest Hemingway felt this way for some time. I think it’s a bit ridiculous.
We smoked on the bed, on the porch, outside, in the car, on the couch and we somehow always talked about space and what we thought about the future.
I forget my dreams now, or if I do remember, I don’t remember how it came to arrive at such a conclusion. I nap after tea. I usually have two to three cups of black tea before my nap. My naps are always messy.
What’s up man! What are you doing here? Researching? What? Did you finish school? Nice! I actually just started again. Yeah, I went to community college, but I wanted to start my own construction company.
He tried the mac n’ cheese. “What is this? It has no taste whatsoever. It has the consistency of baby food. It just tastes like somebody opened a box of mac n’ cheese and dumped it into a pot of water.”
“I’m sorry about everything.” You can feel her eyes on you. “I feel like I’ve done nothing but cause trouble.” You feel her hand on yours and you know that she feels comforted that you are beside her.
I remember my wedding like it was yesterday. How long ago do you think that was? Oh, you’re a sweetheart; it was 56 years ago. Yes, it was in 1956 and I was 24 years old.