k-a-e-n

here's a drunken scrawl written late late one night, riding home after a strangers' party... (on a side note, i was so drunk i had to write most of this with one eye closed cuz the double vision was too challenging. ah, the memories)

so many empty conversations tonight. wearing the bright tight smile as they energetically tell me about something i'd forget about instantly. how many times did i spell my name tonight? how many hollow smiles, waiting for the appropriate pause in conversation so i can make an excuse as ridiculous as their attempts just to get the fuck out of there.

it's like.. before a first meeting with someone, you should consider this: in my case, as an example, i've been on this planet 30 years. i've lived a range of beautiful, tragic, funny, poignant, silly and meaningful experiences that have brought me wisdom, deep and trite. i have perhaps 5 minutes to impart some of that wisdom - something, anything meaningful. and the best they can come up with is "how do you spell your name"??

i'm outta here.