Age and money seem to make him very bitter, as if he’s worked his entire life up to this point just to get here. He sacrificed everything for a nice house and the ocean for a backyard. Too many long nights at the office takes the place of living life. He doesn't know his wife. Children don't come over. Dinner dried out in the oven at ten pm, goodnight wife, separate sides of the bed, reading magazines, pretending to give a shit. It’s a business transaction.
All this money sitting in the bank and still he hoards. Sons in law are terrified, bitter words and a snort are true conversation.
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I wonder what all these people are thinking when they slow down to look at what I’m doing as they drive by. I really don’t think that a guy with a defeated look on his face with a hardhat on is all that interesting to look at. Maybe it’s because they need some kind, ANY kind of distraction from the monotony of adult life or maybe they’re just nosy invasive assholes. What I’m doing in the middle of the street is of no consequence to them, and yet, almost every car slows down to see. At the same time I’m wondering where they’re going, if they have somewhere important to be or if they’re just going out to pick up some milk. I wonder if they can afford their car payments, if they love one of their kids more than the other one. Maybe they’re failing eleventh grade math or their life has turned out exactly how they thought it would. Maybe some of them just feel nothing. Maybe that monotony is what’s supposed to happen.. Impossible questions with no answers, all I can do is count the cars.
All this money sitting in the bank and still he hoards. Sons in law are terrified, bitter words and a snort are true conversation.
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I wonder what all these people are thinking when they slow down to look at what I’m doing as they drive by. I really don’t think that a guy with a defeated look on his face with a hardhat on is all that interesting to look at. Maybe it’s because they need some kind, ANY kind of distraction from the monotony of adult life or maybe they’re just nosy invasive assholes. What I’m doing in the middle of the street is of no consequence to them, and yet, almost every car slows down to see. At the same time I’m wondering where they’re going, if they have somewhere important to be or if they’re just going out to pick up some milk. I wonder if they can afford their car payments, if they love one of their kids more than the other one. Maybe they’re failing eleventh grade math or their life has turned out exactly how they thought it would. Maybe some of them just feel nothing. Maybe that monotony is what’s supposed to happen.. Impossible questions with no answers, all I can do is count the cars.
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