Coffee: Maxwell House Master Blend, Office Coffee
A kid came over and called me ‘kerfuffle,’ said it was my new name. She needed a new one too so I called her ‘yordle,’ the first thing that came to mind. Her mom came in and sat in my old green rocking chair, talking over troubles at work. Her boss is an alcoholic, and it keeps going from there. The kid was trying to get my roommate to play patty-cake but my roommate wasn’t budging. Mom went on, and on, and I felt bad because I was drinking, only a can, 12 oz, but it seemed like more when she was telling her stories.
These people used to be my neighbors but we never started talking until they moved away.
Anyway, cheers to another evening, and if you ever see me, call me kerfuffle – I think it fits.
Currently Reading: Queen, Suzanne Crain Miller
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Oh, this beer here is cold, cold and hop-bitter, no point coming up for air, gulp, till it’s all–hahhhh.Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow