“Taking a shit within the city limits,”
he said, “is the very definition
of mundane.” This is the same man who,
two months later, escaped on safari
and then joined the Peace Corps, as
a way of brushing off his girlfriend.
“Never go back to school. Try
to remain a big deal within your own
mind.” He issued too many opinions
but I obliged him all the same.
As if answers would strike us, aboard
the monorail, rather than in time. I
respected him. “For certain stories,”
he said, “the name ‘Bob’
just doesn’t work, believe me.”