End it someday
What's that sound?
In the someday
What's that song?

From Nirvana's 'I Hate Myself And Want To Die'

I am twenty-four years old, living with my parents and unemployed. But, I digress. I occasionally, when I feel human enough, or motivated enough, will leave the house to acquire necessities, like cigarettes, or food. Well, anyway, this one fine day I thought to myself, hey, wouldn't it be great if I went out and bought some stuff, especially since I had just come into possesion of a princely sum of about $39, from an odd job taken days earlier. Everything went well enough. Until the return trip. With a plastic bag stuffed with ice cream and cigarettes, and mouth full of Milky Way, I happened upon an Old Acquaintance, who also happens to be a neighbour. Oh, joy!

- What are you doing here?

- Just came back from the store... How about you?

- Me? I'm going off to work, you know, the usual. A bit late. Have to catch a cab.

- Oh.

- Aren't you working at that place? As a draughtsman? You're not working today?

- (At this point, I could lie or just avoid the question but I figure since everybody already knows anyway, I somehow or other manage to say,) Not today. Or tomorrow. Or the day after that. Or ever. I don't work there anymore.

- (Surprise) Oh god! What happened?

- (I shrug and mutter something inaudible under my breath)

- Oh my. Well, I guess it's hard to find good work these days. I got a good opening at this place, if you want.

- Nah.

- Oh.

We sit and bull for a second or two, just enough for a cigarette. The sun blinds me and makes my armpits sweat and I cannot stop grinning. My thoughts invariably turn inward and to the past. How I wasn't always stupid and and unemployed and uneducated. How supposedly smart people can get bad grades. How you believe your childhood will never end. How-

- Oh, well, have to keep going. See you around.

- Yeah. See you.

The End (or so I believe).