A Crying Sham

Now’s the time. For nothing, I mean. It’s the time when absolutely nothing happens that hasn’t happened already to just about everybody just about everywhere. And it bored them all right into the ground too. I ain’t special.

*fourth of July picture – cold blues and hot reds; sparks like rice at a wedding. The whole thing.*

What a bust this holiday was. I played beer-pong with water and found myself drinking the water. It was one of those moments you feel like punching yourself in the mouth.

“What am I d- I’m not even thirsty!”

*picture of a guy looking disgusted with himself*

I used to write about stuff, too. Not since about freshman year of high school, but I did. The way soda machines and lit-up signs are warm when you touch them. Like when you’re lost and wandering across a strip-mall parking lot. Shit like that. Who cares.

*picture of a cartoon moose with a sad expression*

We done given up, boss.

Or has we?