Saturday, October 15, 2005

How To Disappear Completely

I spend pretty much every waking moment around these guys, and sometimes on the weekends, the idea of being able to relax and get lost in a movie or a book sounds like a holy gift from God himself.

So when I hear someone in the hallway shout, "Skinny!" and knock on my door, I don't even bother to take my eyes off the screen, instead I take another drag off of my cigarette and stare blankly, like the protagonist from Pink Floyd's "The Wall".

I'm not here, this isn't even happening. I'm elsewhere. See you at 0600 on Monday.

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