when you get up to leave, then just stare at the door

now is the time when I put my sneakers on, and walk to the store. there, I will buy something.

i have no idea what I will buy yet. it's the journey that's important. As I walk, I can have time to think about things like my shameful claims of being buddhist while I carry a gun, or the little secrets that play hide and seek with my machismo, or those faces that smile, then are gone.

...besides, I only got 5 bucks. The real dilemma is cigarettes or snacks.