October Weather Despair Priorities

Up here on the fifth floor of King Library typing into a computer instead of being outside in this sublime and perfect October weather: enough to cause you DESPAIR PRIORITIES!

Some sample lines:

…”Chava and me laughing at Brian’s usual self, Brian trying to meditate in my tent while going through his phone, focusing must really be a compromise for him, a forced march of bread slices into a bag, looking over his shoulder at the breadbag’s twist anus.”

…”We don’t have convincing arguments for existence-level stuff, dude”

…”Hater is himself again, and follows her out. —Yeah, that Joe. Now he’s gone on to his rest.— On the porch we’re distracted by some little kids jumping at our right. I didn’t see it before, a big bunch of balloons pull at their strings, tied down to the banana tree. —Yeah. Jump!— says Hater with that tone of the uncle who doesn’t care at all.

But then the little girl painted like a cow does manage to get a balloon loose, only to have it slip away up into the yellow sodium night. —Hey!— screeches Hater, and leaps down over the girl. —Don’t you know nothin? There was a fifty rolled up in that balloon! Manny!— shouting at no one, —get a god damn bee-bee gun!

I look at Josefina, who gives me a stern look. Hater’s still spitting at the little girl. —You go to your mom and teller whatchou did!  … Ahhh shit … happy Halloween, homeless.— The little girl runs off terrorized, bawling. The uncle returns pleased to the landing. —Yer not gonna dress up?”