My Friday

Today I went to work. I sat in front of a computer and put numbers into the computer, and the computer liked it. It purred from all those ones and zeroes. Oh, did it purr. I massaged its binary soul.

I walked home from work, squinting into the setting sun in my corduroy jacket and New Balance sneakers. I think people call me "corduroy jacket guy" and laugh. I think that because that's what I'd do. Would I laugh meanly? No, not mean straight up...like affectionate-mean. I think people should always mix meanness with affection, but not vice-versa.

Yeah.
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This Morning in the Loop

This morning I dropped off a friend at Union Station downtown so he could take a train to the nether regions of the state, where you don't dare even mouth the words, “secular humanism.” The corporates were going to work with their shiny cases and their ties, their shiny pumps and their stockings. Stopped at a red light, I rolled down my car window.

“Attention,” I yelled, “I'm a productive citizen! Just like you!” Unfortunately, I timed my bit just as a group of mentally handicapped adults were crossing the street. They smiled, though, and it amused them. Of course, the things I have in common with them are far more important than the things I have in common with the corporates.

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