the wrong side of the bed
Sunday, September 24, 2006
things that friends of friends sometimes give you
i am watching a movie that someone gave me more than a year ago. i never watched and i don't know why. someone just said, "no one ever things of death in the supermarket."
this is not true. my first job was at a grocery store. at 16 and a half, i thought about death all of the time. i certainly thought about death when i was standing, robot-like, scanning boxes of cereal and soup.
so far, it is a good movie, despite the lie. i haven't watched it to the end. things could change.
this is not true. my first job was at a grocery store. at 16 and a half, i thought about death all of the time. i certainly thought about death when i was standing, robot-like, scanning boxes of cereal and soup.
so far, it is a good movie, despite the lie. i haven't watched it to the end. things could change.
Labels: work
10:17 AM
2 Comments:
The supermarket is where I go when I seek to contemplate death. Or buy groceries.
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