CHUCK TAKES A STEP back and
looks at me like I’m crazy.
Oh I’m crazy, all right! A crazy man
with a crazy glowing watch!
Fans whir; warehouse breezes blow through Lumberland.
“I’m sorry, but this is just…kind of weird,” Chuck says.
“Yeah, I know,” I say, “but I felt awful about yesterday-”
“Look, it’s really fine,” Chuck interrupts me.
“This seemed like a good way to apologize-”
“Really, it’s not necessary-”
“So much stress with this economy-”
“I promise you, it’s just fine-”
“I’m telling you, this is really good stuff-”
“I’m sure it is, but I’m not interested,” Chuck says sternly.
Come on…“It’s a great price-”
“Look, I don’t mean to offend you, but I don’t smoke pot.”
My watch glows with failure, picks up my insane laugh.
“Never too late to start!” I practically yell.
I cannot buy a break in this life.