Lob Job

_ It’s hardball, Bob...

_ Bobby ain’t here.

_ Funny how the game changes as you get older.

_ The game, as you call it, is nothing but change.

_ You sound like a bitter man...

_ I wouldn’t know.

_ ... like life has passed you by.

_ There ain’t no life passing anyone by. I think you need your joint rubbed with some cayenne pepper paste.

_ It’s hardball, B.

_ My neighbor was on a diet. He could eat anything he wanted, provided he used this nineteen pound fork he got in the mail. He lost nineteen pounds the very first day when he threw the fucking fork out the fucking window.

_ Chai?

_ Chai.

                                         <><><>

     ... Remember me to Mnemosyne.

     ... Day, night, day... while no one watches. 


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