nablopomo

nablopomo

I'm not sure if you know this, but there are a lot of homeless men at the liquor store, and I'm not sure if you know THIS, but it tends to rain when I'm around, as though I were the human moisturizer, or a porn star by the name of Al O'Vera. If you've ever walked with me in historic places, I'm sure you know how obnoxious I can be, regularly pointing at monuments and subway stations asking in my outdoor voice, 'Who did we defeat here?'

I'm not sure if you knew this, but I tend to use profanity whenever the larger word escapes me, and profanity as a synomym serves as a remarkable substitute, with people so overwhelmed by your badditude, that a weak vocabulary seems forgivable and easy to overlook.

I wish there were someone here to record these conversations. They might not be so monumental as we might imagine, and then again they might be even larger. I'm not sure if you knew this, but full-grown men and women still laugh at honest mistakes, still belittle those whom they envy. I could do without the reminders.