Day Dreaming
The drive from my work to Kathryn’s apartment takes about 2:40. That’s plenty of time for thinking about nothing in particular. Last night, at about the 2:20 minute mark, in a conversation I had in my mind with an unnamed person I had this to say:
“You know what? I hope that when I die not a single tear is shed. I hope people look at my life and say he was a great guy who did some good things with his life, and right now he’s in heaven drinking sacramental Zimas with his main man Jesus. I hope people don’t cry over my death, I want them to celebrate my life. I hope at some point somebody says ‘Remember that time that prick stole fifty bucks from me and never paid it back?’ And I hope ten minutes later somebody else says, ‘Remember that time my wife walked out on me, so Johnny took off work to spend the day with me drinking beer and playing video games?’”
From there it just kind of trailed off and repeated itself in various ways.
Comments
Your writing is so good. You are incredibly insightful and adept at expressing yourself in words. Loved the anniversary card & note. Remember the four year old Johnny who said, "Come and see something fascinating!"
Posted by: Anonymous | August 12, 2007 03:50 PM