Moments

“Have you ever felt like maybe your life was just a bunch of moments, one right after another, like, y’know, nothing really stringing them together except that they’re all happening to YOU, right, but it could be anyone? Like you’re an understudy, and maybe you don’t have all the lines, because people are always looking at you like they expect something more, something different than what you’re saying, what you’re telling to them, you know what I mean? Or or maybe, maybe like, maybe it’s because they’re all a page ahead of you on the book? Or or or or or or MAYBE it’s because they’re on an entirely different chapter? A whole different BOOK! Yeah! Like they’re reading the cookbook version of ‘To Serve Man’ and you, yeah, you… you’re not even reading. You you, you you’re… you’re still picking lint outta your belly button and wondering why it smells like that. You get what I mean?”

“Uh… Is this where I can get my parking validated?”

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