it was super quick though. like a quick nap or something. i was still standing. i have fallen asleep standing on more than one occasion. i'm usually sorta drunk though, and it's pretty late and it's dark. i fell asleep at a grateful dead concert standing up. nuff said i guess. i looked down the parking lot and saw the old man turning down the main drive. what the fuck? how did he not notice that he almost caused a decapitation in wixom fucking michigan at 4pm on a tuesday? i grabbed my hat and headed back to the apartment. i walked around the front of the car. there was a note under the wiper. it was from the fucking old man. it read: sorry son. i hope that you don't die. get some cigarettes with this money if you don't.

there was a $5 bill in the note. as if $5 would uncrush my esophogus. don't even get after me if i spelled that wrong. who fucking knows how to spell esophagis? not me. esofagiz. fuck it. don't judge me. you're no better. dick.

i remember walking up the stairs and wondering why the hell my hat was jammed in the dash like that. i thought, i worked last night. i had my hat on til i got in the car. smoked that roach and drank that 40 in the car on the ride home. i took my hat off and put it on the passenger seat, this was where i always put it. strange. oh yeah, and my neck kinda hurts.

i turned on the tv and called don's mom's house.

"hullaw?" she said.
"hey. is don there?"
"who is it?"
"get don please."
"he's not here, don't be rude. who is this?"
"don please."
"he's not here smarty."
"ok dummy."

i hung up. fucking bitch. it was one of his sisters. he had like 4 of them and they all lived there and they were all like 35. i never knew any of their names. shit. they were all weird but kind of common but like old lady names. phyllis. evelyn. shit like that. boring stuff. they clipped coupons and wore velcro shoes. winner 2's. they were from montgomery ward. i think. kmart had trax i remember. maybe it was sears. i don't recall. who cares. weird girls.

i called the dairy.