Tuesday, March 15, 2016

A Man Passing Through

When I said I was only in town for the night she said maybe I could set her up with my friend, since he lived here and all. What kind of an equation is that? I've been the one who's here, I've been talking to you for the last hour. And while you may not know me a lot you certainly know me more than whatever friend I told you I was with. A man passing through, asking questions, trying his best, has less of a chance than a man you've never heard of, never spoken to, who shares your postal code. It's a funny world we live in, this funny little world we've made.

No comments:

Post a Comment