coney island legs: post-hot dog, pre-sunburn

hi this is what i did this weekend.

i had to be at an event at the american museum of natural history until one in the morning. when i got home i was tired but very hungry, so i went to the deli and asked for a cheeseburger. the man behind the grill said they had none, so he gave me a bacon egg and cheese on a roll for only a dollar. (it made my heart swell, and i wondered what it would be like if we were married.) then i walked home and it started to rain. clair de lune was playing in my headphones. (it was nice.)

there is a new man who works in the deli. he's big and has lots of tattoos and blasts death metal. (i love him, and i always tell him good luck.)

some people think that working as a cashier at a rite aid is terrible, but i think it is the best job that exists. because then you can make minimum wage and keep all your brain power for yourself.

when people are that subtle kind of greedy (the behind-the-eyes, toothy-smiled kind) you remember the animal part never really goes away, it just gets hidden behind the clothes and the car keys and the lattes. and when you see it, it’s that turned-stomach feeling, the same one you get when you hear the screeching violins in a horror movie.