To the Ends of the Earth

There’s this big parking lot over there and it’s completely empty save for a few cars that nobody wants I guess, a yucky blue one and a really dirty burgundy. I think if they had factory painted that with dirty mud it would look pretty much like it does now.

All the kids to-day have “cellular telephones” and I finally got one a couple of months ago. For the most part it has been convenient to the point of annoyance — I regularly receive telephone calls from friends and relatives stationed no more than forty feet from me in the local Wal-Mart while they ask if I was looking for a plastic or metal mixing bowl “cause they’re both right here where’s right here where are you i’m by the dishes no the baking tools no now i’m by the magazines now i’m walking by the electronics” just fucking STAY IN ONE PLACE — but the phone itself has been relatively fruity from time to time. For instance, the screen stopped working once and then while I was walking down the stairs and looking at it like a neglected child coated in trout yogurt it slipped out of my hand and the battery snapped off and the crumpled plastic wad bounced off of the concrete stairs and came to a stop in the corner. I picked it up and turned it on and the screen worked again but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t stop working again every time I drop it by accident. It’s like a toggle switch. If screen is not desired, strike forcefully into resistant object. For renewed screen service, repeat.

Man I don’t know what else to say except I could really go for some Taco Bell.