I went on a walk the other day because I needed to do something, anything that wasn’t super lame. I am not totally familiar with where I live despite the time I have spent here. About an hour into my walk I was lost. I recently killed my phone unintentionally like phone manslaughter. Therefore, we only have one cell phone due to our laziness, and almost refusal to go get me a new one. Back to being lost, I had the cell phone which was good. The problem is that I had “THE” cell phone, being THE only one we have. We have no home phone, and nobody that has access to even knock on our apartment door to get Sean’s attention. 5 miles later I found myself on the steps of a building I recognized, and am not pleased with my physical shape. My smoker lungs are crying heavy tears for oxygen to convert into carbon dioxide, and my muscles have shrunk from dehydration to the size of peas. My life is suddenly clear, not in a good way. It is empty and I feel my quest for meaning has just begun. Damn.
