Dear Diary,

It is tricky thing to be happy. You would think a world where we have tamed lighting and visited the moon, a world where every day we know we will be able to eat, would have more moments of connection and peace.

I almost threw up today.

Contrition

HELLO INTERNET HOW ARE YOU!

Do you still have the funny boxing glove man and the kittens and the pretty ladies with no clothes? I have missed you.

I remember the time you told me what star trek captain I was most like and it was janeway. I think you were wrong, but it was funny.

I’m sorry I have been a bad friend to you. I will try to keep in touch better, but sometimes I get busy and I am sorry.

Your friend Isaac.

Originally published at The Triangle. You can comment here or there.

Contrition

HELLO INTERNET HOW ARE YOU!

Do you still have the funny boxing glove man and the kittens and the pretty ladies with no clothes? I have missed you.

I remember the time you told me what star trek captain K was most like and it was janeway. I think you were wrong, but it was funny.

I’m sorry I have been a bad friend to you. I will try to keep in touch better, but sometimes I get busy and I am sorry.

Your friend Isaac.

The First Time I Met Domenic Squire

The first time I met Domenic Squire was at a Denny’s in Wadsworth, Ohio. Billy knew him, because Billy knew everyone at Denny’s.  I had just arrived and somehow  Billy ended up leaving the restaurant in a hurry, and I ended up sharing a table with the notorious Mr. Squire.

He was smoking Lucky Strikes and scribbling in a small, dirty notebook. He told me that he was writing his second book of poetry. He said he had a simile, and he asked to observe my reaction to it.

He said, “Love is like a dirty hobo. You don’t want it in your life, but unavoidably, there it is, refusing to leave, and begging you for money. With it comes unpleasant smells, matted hair, and, vapid prattling on about things you give nary a fuck about. If you feed it, you just encourage negative behavior, and if you leave it in the cold to die, people call you heartless.”

Before I could begin to formulate a response, he arose from the table, explaining “Blood don’t piss itself,” leaving me alone in Wadsworth Denny’s.  He didn’t come back.

Originally published at The Triangle. You can comment here or there.

The First Time I Met Domenic Squire

The first time I met Domenic Squire was at a Denny’s in Wadsworth, Ohio. Billy knew him, because Billy knew everyone at Denny’s. Somehow, Billy ended up leaving the restaurant in a hurry, and I ended up sharing a table with the notorious Mr. Squire.

He was smoking Lucky Strikes and scribbling in a small, dirty notebook. He told me that he was writing his second book of poetry. He said he had a simile of which he wished to observe my reaction.

He said, “Love is like a dirty hobo. You don’t want it in your life, but unavoidably, there it is, refusing to leave, and begging you for money. With it comes unpleasant smells, matted hair, and, vapid prattling on about things you give nary a fuck about. If you feed it, you just encourage negative behavior, and if you leave it in the cold to die, people call you heartless.”

Before I could begin to formulate a response, he arose from the table, explaining “Blood don’t piss itself,” leaving me alone in Wadsworth Denny’s.