I was hanging a door at work today
when this piece of shit I work with
asked me what I was working on
a book
I told him
no shit,
about what?
just a bunch of short pages
on different things, I told him.
so, he smirked through
his rotted-ass teeth, and
said, so
it’s not really a book then, right?
and I said
that’s why I didn’t say novel,
asshole
that’s when he dropped his level
and called me a queer
and I laughed
and told him
if I really was queer
he would have been loved over and over
by this point in our relationship
all you artists are fucked up
he said and picked up his level
just help me square this goddamn frame I said
so I can leave
and he said all artists were selfish
and I said more like precious
faggot, he grunted
listen, I said
you keep projecting your weakness on me
and
me and you are gonna
go round and round
to which he said bring it on,
faggot
he squared off
and I squared off,
caught him on the jaw
stunned him
Jesus, he said
I was only kidding
and I said so was
I
Algren mentioned that
he liked to stay close to
his sources.
ha ha ! Date: Wed, 13 Aug 2014 18:11:07 +0000 To: v3st@hotmail.com
all my altercations have been 1-hit wonders, too