this morning #1725.
this morning, i awoke to a commotion outside in the parking lot. two men shouting at each other. the tone sounded serious but when i glanced at the time, i saw that it was 3:32am. i couldn’t make out what the hell they were saying but serious conversations never happen at 3:32am. a more likely scenario is that it’s a dialogue between two drunken dilletantes, a dramatic discussion that seems serious as sin in their minds at the time but ultimately does nothing to alter humanity. trust me. i’m fully familiar with this exercise in futility. no need to get out of bed to check. they went on like this for ten more minutes until one of the men let out a drawn out FUCK YOU. punctuated it by punching something. then the night fell silent.