It's always too late.

True Stories From The Life Of Me

So the other night I went to a friend’s house for a house party.  He was frying food all night.  He had fried pickles, fried okra, fried french.  When I came home, I smelled like fried.

I still smelled like fried the next day.  Since it was morning, I took my jacket off of the coat rack and I placed it outside onto the fire escape.  It was stinky and I wanted to blow off all of the stink.

Later, I was going out.  I prepared myself.  I took my coat in from the fire escape and put it on the couch.  I did my things.  I was about to leave when I remembered I needed my pocket note book.  It was in my jacket pocket.

My notebook was very, very cold.  I did not know what to do.  Then I did.  10 seconds later, I opened the microwave and my notebook was warm.  I put it in my back pocket and left my apartment.