rexphantom

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!