Mid-January, Rain - January 13, 2012 |
More from 11/18... Talking to Myself Is it completely weird that this is how I thought about the dead ex's mail?: Me: Just write 'deceased' on it and put it back in the box. Myself: Okay, but what if it's a check? Me: What? Myself: What if it's a check, you know, money? Like, some company was giving him a dividend or something? Me: It's probably junk mail. Anyway, what company would be giving him a "dividend?" After eleven years? Myself: I don't know. But who would have him on their junk mail list either? Me: Anyway, what if it is a check? It's not your check. Myself: Maybe I could endorse it over to myself and cash it. Me: What? Myself: Well, I don't know where his family is, and he owed me $300 when he died. Me: You have a poverty mentality. Myself: I know. And I know it's a federal offense to fake a signature. But who would ever find out? Me: It doesn't matter who would find out. Someone would find out, and you'd go to jail. That would suck. Myself: I know. I know. It would suck. (silence) Me: ?? Myself: They don't charge rent in jail, right?
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