The Message

What I'll only admit to someone who's not there.

chat says you're unavailable to talk. oh well. i guess i'll just leave a message

i hope all's peachy and calm in your world

at the moment, i'm getting ready. i'm meeting my uncle and his publishing friends at the Hunan Balcony (sans a balcony) restaurant in New York City

it's kind of a big deal to me

anyway, the place is at the corner of 98th and Broadway

i'm told that that's uptown

what does "uptown" mean?

see? no way I'm equipped for this journey

bus? fine. subway?? guts congeal

the top I'm wearing, while appropriate and attractive, is making me sweat

shit! I forgot to put on deodorant! brb

okay, back

i do that every once in a blue. forget to put on deodorant. that's why I keep some in the bottom drawer of my desk at work.

I'M GOING TO DIE

i see myself, wandering, bereft, through the bowels (ok, somewhere on Broadway) of NYC, certain my life is imperiled

to me, feeling imperiled and being imperiled merge at all levels

so

I'M GOING TO DIE

of confusion

and belief in my own incompetence

cause I can pull great words out of my ass

but this?

this is functioning in the real world

which necessitates deodorant beyond measure

and see? I almost fucked that up