Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Last night, Adam-Adam gave me a call. He asked me how I was. I said I was fine, how was he. He said he was fine. And then we sat there in silence on the phone for a moment, the brake lights of the 5 freeway glaring at me as I crawled along at 10 mph. And then Adam-Adam said, "Actually, I've got *insert crazy bullshit* going on." And I laughed and said, "Wait, I've got *insert ridiculous mind fuck*." And we laughed and laughed at all of the dumb crap that makes you think you're a failure and makes you want to punch someone in the nose and makes you wonder why you sit in brake lights or why you ever left. Everything turned into catastrophic hyperbole and suddenly, it was better. All because the conversation didn't stop at "I'm fine".