Garbage Disposal

I like to watch arguments that happen in line at CVS.

I’m thinking about buying a garbage disposal. The building that I live in does not allow garbage disposals because garbage disposals use to much wattage. Or maybe voltage. I can never remember the difference between the two. I think I’m going to buy a garbage disposal though, because Home Depot has discounted ones they are trying to get rid of before the new models come in. I’ll keep my garbage disposal at my friend Mark’s apartment because Mark’s apartment allows garbage disposals and Mark won’t do anything stupid because Mark is a smart man. Also he once lost a finger in a garbage disposal in Lawton, Oklahoma. “Once you lose one finger in a garbage disposal, you won’t lose another one.” Mark told me that. I think I believe him. But I also think he really wants me to buy him a garbage disposal.

I sometimes worry that I don’t have the kind of friends that would visit me in the hospital or drive me to the airport. This is silly to worry about because there’s no way of knowing until it’s too late. I’ve never flown or been sick enough to go to the hospital, so I haven’t found out yet. But that doesn’t stop me from worrying about it.

I worry a lot. I worry that eating food makes me less creative, and so I don’t eat. And then I get angry. And then I begin to drink. And then I am hung over. And being hung over reminds you what death must be like if you were to try to die but not actually die. So maybe I shouldn’t try to be creative. I sometimes think about getting an office job. Not just getting an office job, but being excited about having an office job.

I like to go out to Coney Island and watch people try to have fun.