sometimes I forget that I'm alone.
Like I have all these ideas.
and these ideas are like friends.
always tentative
always encouraging
and then I meet somebody,
and I transpose my ideas onto them.
but they have their Own ideas.
"we make plans and god laughs."
I remember when that one good shrink I found
he told he was a "checker"
and he had to be the last one to leave the building
to be sure that the doors were all locked.
So we had some of the same ideas.
So we got along
now that I think of it
He was probably bullshitting me
some trick he learned to get on my good side.
