He wakes up. He has no libido. He has nobido. He does his laundry. He makes a coffee. It is freshly brewed coffee. He adds condensed milk to the coffee it tastes good. He no longer has a blocked nose but his throat still feels a little sore. This is the worst thing that is going to happen today so he thinks that he has got a pretty good deal. He practices his piano. He can still only play one handed but he can play a little. He is enjoying it. He hopes to me a master by the time he is an old man. He dreams of being a man of leisure paid for by a trust fund. This will not happen but he still lives in hope and is relieved that he enjoys his job. He ponders on what happened last night when he was invited to an engagement party that didn’t seem to exist. He is a bad map reader but he was with someone who was a good map reader and after they had both compared the directions that they were given the very specific directions they were given and found them to be identical they followed those directions but when they got to the house that the party was supposed to be at they were met with darkness and then, after a little doorbell ringing, a bemused yet polite middle aged man who knew of no engagement party nor of any of the people who were hosting the party. He was tired to he went home. Now he does his laundry because having clean clothes is important. He thinks that he should write more this year but he knows that he will, as will all other years, probably not write more this year. Not when there are video games to play, books to read, motion pictures to watch and masturbation to indulge in. He is certainly not Orson Welles. Nor Stanley Kubrick. He is resigned now to not being either of these men and it no longer pinches him with the sadness that it used to. He plays words with friends. He feels like he is like Alec Baldwin. He is nothing like Alec Baldwin. He goes to sleep.
The Sleepcoat League
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