The manager walks away.
So, this is what it's like being a nut/pioneer. How else will people learn?
The spirit walks me over to the pharmacy. The tall, silver hair man behind the counter stands at attention in white lab coat.
"You guys have quite a racket here."
He says, "Excuse me?"
"You sell food with trans fat in the front, and when people have heart attacks, you sell them medicine in the back."
He just looks at me.
"Thank you." I leave.
It's my fault for listening to a crazy person. But who says you're crazy? I do.
Food does not equal love.
You have emotions, you are not your emotions.
Men have eating disorders too.
I have a big heart, but nobody sees, all they see is a fat guy. Maybe they're right. I'm evil for hating. So stop. People should see my quality. Nobody said anything. You're talking to yourself.
Reading the labels on boxes of tea. This one is high in antioxidants. This one is good for the immune system. Fumble the boxes, try to put them back, but it creates a chain reaction, and the whole wall of tea boxes falls on me. Roll my cart out of the aisle casually.
Meet the group at check-out. Diane's perfect legs are highlighted by intricate pattern black lace. "Would you mind helping us carry these?"
I retort, "If I do, will you sleep with me?"
Pretty Tony hears and exclaims, "Ha," with big winding grin.
She walks away. I know she's getting Rich.
Rich says, "You're suspended for three days."
"What do you mean?"
"It means you can't come to the house til Sunday."
"Where am I supposed to go for three days?"
Walk away. Into the ice cream aisle. Where the hell am I supposed to go for three days? In the toilet paper aisle. As a kid I used to build forts here. I used to hollow out a cubby hole, like this, and go inside, like this. Then use more to build a door.
Happy in my igloo. Free to think my thoughts and be alone with God.
They are not doctors. They are not licensed to practice psychiatry in New York State. My life is the worst hell a man can know. No. Remember the wheelchair rule: You're not in a wheelchair, so be happy. I see lady's legs pushing carts by. One takes a pack away from my door. I replace it. She cries with surprise, "Wha?" The wheels of her cart squeak louder as she hurries away. Soon after, I hear a group talking and approaching. They lift away my door. Two cops, and the store manager.