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A phone call I forgot to make today, so I decided to do it in strip form:
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| So you spent an hour at a Barnes and Nobel waiting for a man in an Earthlink T-shirt and a black leather hat? | |
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| Yeah, but that wasn't the worst part. As I waited, a pack of gibbering bluehairs walked through the store, telling us all we should be ashamed to be alive since we weren't at the memorial service. | |
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| Isn't that shit insane? I mean, so they close a bunch of stores for an hour. Yeah, that makes up for all the psychosis we've been enduring. | |
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| Hell, I'm already on edge from all those damn PSA's with people getting arrested in libraries and the constant clicking sound on my telephone. | |
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| Still, we should keep in mind all the things we have in our lives that help give everything meaning. | |
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| Oh, I do. Believe me. Say, is it paranoid of me to stockpile canned goods and live under my bed for the next year? | |
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