March 22, 2011

Nervous

I do that a lot. Stand around, nervous. Like, today. I woke up, thought about that one girl, was super nervous. Wondered about life. Got up, sat there, stared. I think I ate breakfast. It had a banana in it. Not much else, maybe. Then I was like, “What do I do now?” I didn’t know what to do—so I stared a lot.

I wanted to call somebody on the phone. But, I couldn’t decide who? Then I was like, “Okay, I’ll go for a walk, meet somebody or something.” Then I remembered all my clothes were dirty. So, I got a basket and took them all to the laundry place. But, my friend was all like, “Dude, you can’t go out like that. You have no clothes on.” So, I asked him to give me some clothes, but he’s a lot bigger than I am so they kept falling off, then I tripped on the pants.

He said, “Listen, I’ll paint you some clothes.” I told him, “I’m kind of sick of wearing black, plus …” He was all like, “No worries.”

He painted me white.

I was given a citation for disturbing the peace or something. Eighty bucks.

But I got my laundry done.