Oh god how I miss
Max Headroom.
The laughter follows me all the way to work and hovers over my construction helmet like a halo as I pound the rivets home. It’s hot out today. I can’t see out of the building. I’m sweating like a pig in this record breaking summer installing air conditioning in this half finished building. The irony is not lost on me.
I remember the laughter.
I can’t stop remembering the laughter.
After work I go for cold beers with the guys. All that matters is that the beers are cold. For once, getting drunk doesn’t matter. Just to have something cold inside me is all I need. My skin is acting like a hot blanket on a summer night. It’s insulating my internal organs when there’s no need. I wish I could spill them out in a freezer full of ice for a few minutes and then put them back in. The cold beer will have to do. It splashes around and waterfalls down into my stomach and helps a bit. I press the cool glass against my forehead and listen for the laughter.
It’s gone for the time being but it’s hovering. Waiting in the dimple of the waitress. Hesitantly riding an undercurrent in that woman on table 13. I can sense it like psychics can tell where the body is.
We’re all making it home tonight.
I've had a wonderful day today. I went to the Peace March, a goth barbeque, all you can eat sushi and I got a sunburn. Nice. A west coast Saturday if ever there was one.
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