It’s funny how much time is spent doing nothing. What’s the percentage on that, 30%, 40? No way, gotta be less. Well, depends on the meaning of nothing. Is shitting nothing? Or is shitting something? Sleeping? Thinking? Is there an absolute zero in life? I submit yes. And I bet the number is higher than we would guess.
The most important murder would be the assassination of the question mark. The FUCKING QUESTION MARK. Oh, how I love the question mark. Oh, how I hate the question mark. The question mark builds on the period. You can see it visually, right? It came after the period. It is our first mistake. Original sin. So we correct it. Start anew. No more question marks. No more questions. Paradise ...
At that very moment, Erin bangs on the door and barges in. I instinctively and simultaneously sit up, while reaching for things that need to be concealed. It's a muscle reflex I've had since I was a child, but there's nothing in front of me. So that's slightly annoying. Admittedly I'm a little more jumpy and secretive with Erin. She has a powerful brain, and if she knew everything there is to know about me I'm sure that —
“I need you to get me bags from the grocery store.” She pauses to evaluate my reaction. I look back at her stonefaced. “Like right now. Seriously, it’s important.”
"Here’s the money. Get however many you can get."
She leaves five dollars on the book shelf. The five dollar bill stretches over quite possibly the best stretch of four books in my entire library. Beyond Good & Evil, The Tipping Point, Fight Club, and Ego Trip's Big Book of Racism. And, I guess, it covers a little part of The Idiot also. Which makes it a quality stretch of five books in a row.