Max Riffner

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Again, I walked out into a block of dark blue and grey, with a stripe of red and orange by the treeline. I sank into my car seat and sat there while the car idled. My eyes hurt. I wearily put the car in gear, only flipping on my lights before I got to the traffic light at the end of the block.

My wife went out with old friends; I stayed home with the dog drinking scotch and too tired to get out of my work clothes. I got invited to go out, but my mood was too foul. The dog was company enough.

At 8 o’clock, I told myself to get up, get out of the room in my head with the sad music and shut the door.

I changed the air filter for the first time (agonizing 1960s technology – I give you the Attic Filter – yuck), did some laundry, and got started on my business plan.

Not bad. Not bad at all.

Monday December 27, 2004    

L.A.Timmy the 3rd
Dec 27, 02:41 PM

# 1

you should have.. we recieved free danishes from an irishman.

max
Dec 28, 12:13 AM

# 2

Indeed, that is tempting…

christian
Dec 29, 01:19 AM

# 3

If you recieve danishes from irishmen, are they still called danishes? Aren’t they, like, irishes then or something?

Tim Lenon
Dec 29, 07:45 AM

# 4

The dog is drinking scotch again? You know that’s why they never last…

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