My girlfriend left me, and I didn’t care. I think she said something mean about my penis. Something, whatever. I was reading about Brad Pitt.
It was okay when the silence overtook my ears. I didn’t have a problem when airplanes made no sound. No mind when the radios with red LED lights went mute. It didn’t affect me. I have a cable modem that can download porno for free.
When California floated out into the sea, I was stealing songs for my iPod.
When the space shuttle landed on Mars, I was leaving someone a comment about their new hair style.
When I died, I was watching a cool flash animation with dancing donkeys.
And that’s okay. Not everything has to be real, and not everybody can smile in the face of whatever with a colon and an end-parentheses and no regret. Not everybody. And that’s fine. I think I’m fine with that. I’m fine, I think.