Talk soon. Keep it real.
BORED
Let’s play twenty questions, or a version of it at least.
I think we both know at this point that you’re not big on starting a conversation if not prompted. Well, I’ve run out of topic starters this week. We’ve been talking for three years now, and I still know so little about you. If I’m ever going to forgive you, I should know more about my enemy. So, let’s start asking each other questions. Limit of five to seven each time, and you also have to answer your own questions. Here it goes:
When you get out, what’s the first thing you’ll do? First thing you’ll eat? Would you rather drink from a can or a cup? Eat with a fork or chopsticks? Scrub a toilet or a sink pipe? Be in love or be loved? Married or single for life?
For me, when I get out of my dorm later this morning, I’ll head to my environmental physiology class. Not my favorite, but it beats my biochemistry class by a mile. Thankfully, between dual enrollment courses and AP classes in high school, all my general education requirement credits and my biology degree lower-division requirements have been fulfilled.
First thing I’ll eat after class will probably be a bowl of ramen. There’s this great place in the business center across the street from the university. I’ll take you there one day. Their food is to die for.
I pick cup. I cut my lip once on the rim of a can. Ever since, I avoid them. In terms of food, depends on what I’m eating. I refuse to eat sushi with a fork, but I have a hard time using chopsticks with rice.
I choose the toilet. Even wearing gloves, the handle of a toilet scrubber means I don’t actually have to touch the toilet.
I want both. To be in love without being loved is depressing.
And last question, I don’t know. It’ll depend on whether I accomplish my previous answer.
Your turn.
Carissima Piccola Rompiscatole,
As usual, you are quite demanding, Ms. Burch. I’ll bite. After all, it cannot be any worse than being on the laundry rotation for the next three months.
The first thing I will do when I get out will depend on how old I am. The easy answer would be to say I will drink and fuck until I forget my long stint in prison. However, I think I might prefer to experience what it’s like to be alone again. I want to curl my toes in a rug. I want to shower without surveillance. I want to sleep without a wake-up call.
First thing I’ll eat…anything made by someone with talent who washes their hands and uses cooking utensils. I don’t care what it is as long as it has intentional flavor and doesn’t look like slop or half chewed before I even touch it.
Can or cup. Don’t care.
Fork or chopsticks. Fork.
Scrub a toilet or a sink pipe. Sink pipe. I’ve seen too many horror stories involving toilets in the last three years.
Be in love or be loved. I doubt it’s in the cards for me either way.
Married or single for life. I’ll have to get married one day. Doesn’t mean I look forward to it.
My questions: Steel or stone? Metal or wood? Guns or roses? Horror stories or tragedies? Money or fame? Infamy or survival?
My choices are as follows: steel, metal, guns, horror, money, survival.
Thank you for the diversion.
Sincerely,
Renzo Iannelli
DEPRESSING
Need I say more?
Those were the simplest questions I’ve ever seen. Put a little more thought and effort into it…unless you’ve got something better to do?
My answers: Stone because it’s never too hot, never too cold. Wood because I can easily find some myself. Roses because only their thorns can hurt. Rip those off, and you’re left with beauty and fragrance. Tragedies because it’s the least worst of the two. Money because you can’t live off fame. It always dies off, some way or the other. And the only one we agree on: Survival because it’s pretty darn self-explanatory.
