Tuesday, May 17, 2005


I saw a man today who looked like my stepbrother might have looked if he'd ever become anything more than "not much." He didn't, so he didn't have this guy's suit or watch or funky "I'm so stylish" glasses or blackberry.

The guy I saw may be just as miserable as my stepbrother who -- last I heard -- was living in a hotel-like apartment and realizing that factory work is . . . and this is a quote . . . "hard."

If so, he definitely has a better quality of misery.

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