I’m running into too many people I know
I’m away again.
After this past weekend, I’m actually slightly glad to be somewhere else.
I love my city, don’t get me wrong. But when you’ve lived in one place for, basically, your whole life, you’re bound to keep ending up at familiar places.
And running into old ghosts.
Him: So, are you a partner somewhere yet?
Me: Not so much. (pause) I’m writing, actually.
Him: Oh. That’s…cool. Are you and that girl married now?
Me: Well, she’s married. Not to me though. Kid any day now.
Him: Oh! (pause) Are you happy at least?
Me: (thinking) I’m happy in my head.
Location: 20 feet from the middle of nowhere
Music: Who? I really wanna know Who are you?