yesterday i felt like writing

but i didn't
i went home, had a shot and a beer, smoked a little, and hung out

i didn't write because i had nothing good to write about

there was an accident on middle country road.

two kids died.

i didn't know them and now i'll never know them.

that's fine.

you know what's sad for some people to think about? i don't know my neighbors names.
you know what's even sadder? i don't want to know my neighbors names.
you know what i don't think about? whether they want to know mine or not.

dead teenagers.

i do not care and i do not feel empty.