Exactly 100!

Liquid indecisiveness flowed through my tangled brain. Do I take this job in Syracuse? It’s forever away from here, everything I know and love—and that’s the good part. It’s a bank teller position that I couldn’t care less about—that’s the bad part. But on the side, I’ll be able to be my own man, because with such mindless work, you leave your job at the door. Maybe there’ll be a cute girl there that I can wrap into my existence. Maybe I’ll meet an old man who be-sons me. Maybe I’ll stare into the oaky night sky and be happy.