What a terrible day. It started when I went to the bookstore. The guy wouldn't sell me the Bukowski book. Or the Kerouac book. He said they weren't for sale. Jerk. So I said “The least you could do is carry my book. Why won't you carry my book? I live in this neighborhood, people might like to read it.”
Then I went to the
convinced I could get happy. I got close,
could almost feel content, but some kid ruined it for me. He was trying to climb a tree in front of
me. He would climb a bit, stumble, climb
some more, slip, try again, fall, but I gotta admit, the kid was
persistent. He kept trying to climb
it. I liked his effort, but boy he was annoying,
and he was in my space. I don't like it
when people are in my space. An hour
went by and this kid was still trying to climb that damn tree. Finally I yelled at him: “Give it up
kid. Give it up! You've got no chance.”
He climbed to the top of the tree, grinned, looked down at me, and smiled. That kid should be thankful he met me.
Author's note: This is a work of fiction.