UN HOMME DANS UNE GARE ISOLEE
Sitting in the back of a taxi, I took a final bite from one of those really disappointing apples that looks great on the outside, but in actual fact is really all floury and pah on the inside. I still, however, had three bites, but this was the last, knowingly awful one. I pondered the feeling of being disproportionately let down by the apple.
I discretely let it drop to the floor of the cab, even though I knew the driver couldn't see, and, pretty much guiltlessly, slowly pushed it underneath his seat, knowing, but at this particular point in my life, not really caring, that in a few days it would be smelly and brown. With as much brain power as I could muster, I willed the radio to play 'Fade To Grey' by Visage. After at least two minutes of concentration, I grew tired and sang it in my mind instead. Why did I say yes to tonight?
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