purple dogs and fucking money, man

its me on a bench eating my lunch somewhere.

its maybe monday at like 1pm and its stinking hot out.

but i found a bench in the shade and the ice coffee tastes sooooo good.

its me taking a deep breath as some wack-job comes my way looking for conversation. i guess i’m ready for it though, its monday, its hot, i’m tired, i could use a good laugh:

wack-job: “did you hear that news report?! they just stole the presidents penis! can you believe it?!”

me: “well, no, i didn’t see that, but i don’t think that makes any sense.”

wack-job: “i know it doesn’t make any sense, but its true, i just saw it on the news!”

me: “how did they steal the presidents penis?”

wack-job: “you know the world troub-b-b-ble right now?”

me: “yeah, the world is overpopulated, that’s the trouble.”

wack-job: “no! no! no! the troub-b-b-ble with the world is fucking money, man”

me: “wait, what did you mean about the presidents penis?”

wack-job: “my fucking dog is fucking dying man, he’s all purple and can’t bark no more.”

me: “where is your dog?”

wack-job: (always staying on subject) “that’s because the government rules us......man........you fucking watch man, grow some eyes in the back of your head man, that’s what you need, that’s what i did.”

me: “i already did that, i got eyes in the back.......”

wack-job: (turning and walking away) “take for instance the last movie you watched man........they........always........”

and he’s gone.

now i don’t know what to feel. was i not interesting enough to stay and talk to? did he have someplace else he needed to be? did he hear a thing i said? did he know what he was saying? did he care what he was saying? was anything he said true?

ah, maybe it doesn’t matter, i’ll take it for what it was, an interesting experience.