November 1, 2012
I feel like I’ve been chained inside a house that’s going to be demolished with me in it, and all I can do is wait for it to happen. While I’m waiting, people are looking at me through the windows, jeering at me, saying that I deserve it, that they’ve enjoyed watching me get chained up and everything that’s happened so far, and that they’re going to enjoy watching the rest of it happen.
Nonmetaphorically speaking, the guy who coughed at me when I got here this afternoon just coughed again.
Copyright L. Kochman, November 1, 2012 @ 3:23 p.m.