Say Seniorita, are we walking down the street

Say Seniorita, are we walking down the street on the very same day? Let's get together and call ourselves an institute. We'll call it the Institute for the Preservation of

forgetfulness. Together we can forget the world, ourselves, and the terrible things I've done. I am a very bad man, señorita. Señorita! Please! Look, I am covered in my own blood

, sweat, & tears...tears of remorse, but also tears of joy for the hope I have for our future, senorita. Do not walk away & snap your fan at me, I beg you! Let us return to

La Hacienda & make wild, sweet, Mexican love!" Senorita's dark eyes still burned with anger, but I could tell there were other parts of her body that were burning too. "My kumquat

liqueur is the best in town! Ask anyone." I stood in stunned silence and happily took the tumbler she handed to me. The sweet-smelling kumquat-flavored drink splashed down my

ted to his trousers which was full of shit. Then I pointed to his hat which was full of vomit. Highly embarrassed he ran away. Feeling extremely satisfied I decided to

Go about my business as if nothing happened. I got coffee at Starbucks and pondered the headlines in the newspaper. Life was getting more surreal by the day and I folded stories.

I only got coffee to make life feel more real. More normal. As if digitally scripting brief patterns of language and visuals would somehow make life feel less surreal, more normal.

Let's face it, I don't know where I am or what I'm doing, but at least I'm awake and that's a good start. Now I can get up and walk myself into the new day with a mug in my hand.