1515 (fresh off the girl)

Hi. My name is not real and I’ve painted myself into a corner what do I do?

If I were real, I would call you up and we would make plans. I would fly to where you are or you would fly to where I am and maybe we could talk. I just need someone to talk to. Too bad I am only initials.

Probably we should talk on the phone first. (Airfare is expensive and in this economy…) I would like to vomit my troubles onto the mouthpiece. I would like you to tell me your thoughts in a gentle and honest manner, but still be direct. Do not mince words. I would like a writer’s perspective. I would like the perspective of someone with a lot to lose.

Someone like me.

You see there is a bit of a ‘sitch’ I’ve gotten myself into. It’s taken me about five years or so, but here I am. And maybe it’s not even a real situation yet, but it might become one; my prediction is 2010.

When this ‘sitch’ hits the fan, I need to know what to do. I need to have a plan. Or I need to circumvent the sitch. I have some ideas on how to do this. I would like to run them by somebody.

Maybe you. Or you. Or him. Or him.

I have no girls in my world.

I just want to talk freely with someone like you. Someone with the asdf’s. Someone with the shit to lose.

You may not have a vagina, but you may still understand where I’m coming from. Even if you don’t, as long as you just keep sipping your beer…lifting it up, setting it down…and nodding while staring into my eyes while I open my chest cavity for you to see, I think I would still be okay with that because

at least I am saying it

all

outloud.

and at least you

you

him

or him

(or anyone)

is pretending to care.