Fragments from books that don’t exist

livethedreambethedream

“So my girlfriend lives in California,” said the short fat bald guy sitting next to me on the airplane. We were on our way to San Francisco, out of Toronto by way of Chicago.

“I’ve never been to California,” he said. I was about to ask him where he met his girlfriend when he told me.

“She used to live in Hawaii,” he said. “Once a month I drive to West Virginia to visit my mother. She’s ninety seven years old.”

I started to mention that I’ve never been to West Virginia, but he wasn’t done yet.

“My girlfriend hates my mother,” he decided to tell me. I was going to ask him why but he went ahead and said,

“They’ve never met. It’s more of a feel thing.”

I thought about what I could contribute to this conversation. I didn’t have much.

“Did you know that turmeric cures cancer?” I asked him.

“That’s fucking bullshit,” he said. “Turmeric can’t do shit.”

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s