Displaced

I’m going home later this week. Maybe I can get a ride…

Overheard: “When I was in rehab, I drank Listerine and, in the spirit of rigorous honesty, I revised my day count.”

That sounds like the statement of a rigorously honest man. Unfortunately, the man’s voice sounds like the voice of a middle-aged jerk who probably doesn’t call his kids on their birthdays.

Another few steps ahead:

She stands four feet away from him, her body already half-turned towards the subway stairs, “Well…thanks for dinner!” He looks disappointed.

No kiss.

I try to type, “I’m at Pegu,” into my phone. My phone suggests, “I’m at Orgies.” No. I’m not. Stop it, phone.

Terry Gross: Tell us what a meth high is like in the honeymoon phase?…
Frank Owen: Most stimulants, like cocaine, for instance…blurs [sic] the senses. You can’t kind of concentrate, you have to do a line every 20 minutes. Meth is kind of like set it and forget it. You can do it and you don’t have to think about it for eight hours.

Fresh Air: Learn something new every morning at 9AM.

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