I met Debbie on the train today. Our relationship began when she thanked me for sitting next to her, then said, "So, you're married?"
"No."
She shows me a fake diamond ring she's wearing on her right ring finger. "You have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Ohhhh . . . you gay?"
"No."
"Christian?"
"No."
"Catholic?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"Um . . . nothing, I guess."
"I'm nothing too."
Then she showed me the lines on her palms that signified she would have a long life, be married twice, and live through three wars. Though she had lived through four, she said. Also, she has no sinus problems. That last part was not palm-related.
Debbie shook my hand before she got off the train, one stop before me.
* * * * *
I'm waiting for the mail to show up--he's late today of all days--to see if my Special Comics Package arrives. And it just occurred to me that whatever I have left from the show, I can take to Chicago Comics and they'll sell them on their mini-comics rack. We're Big Time now, suckas!
"No."
She shows me a fake diamond ring she's wearing on her right ring finger. "You have a girlfriend?"
"No."
"Ohhhh . . . you gay?"
"No."
"Christian?"
"No."
"Catholic?"
"No."
"Then what are you?"
"Um . . . nothing, I guess."
"I'm nothing too."
Then she showed me the lines on her palms that signified she would have a long life, be married twice, and live through three wars. Though she had lived through four, she said. Also, she has no sinus problems. That last part was not palm-related.
Debbie shook my hand before she got off the train, one stop before me.
* * * * *
I'm waiting for the mail to show up--he's late today of all days--to see if my Special Comics Package arrives. And it just occurred to me that whatever I have left from the show, I can take to Chicago Comics and they'll sell them on their mini-comics rack. We're Big Time now, suckas!
