Friday, May 20, 2005

God hands you gold... and you crap all over it.

You get in the elevator, tired and brain dead from work. You forget to press the button. You are staring into space. DING! The doors open. In front of you stands Naomi Watts. Her and her friend get in the elevator. You say "one?" she says yes. Her and her friend stand with you in silence. You want to tell her that her converse are outstanding, but her friend is there and you don't wanna look like a schmuck. She dresses eerily like someone else and is fucking beautiful. DING! Lobby. You let them out first, she says "thank you". They walk out onto the street. You realize you should have said something, just something. She's seen you around the hotel a lot. She knows you work there. Of course she's in love with you. But you didn't. Now she's gone and you kinda want to kill yourself.
A Dark time.


Anonymous caslin said...

me > naomi watts

6:05 PM  
Blogger Chad Hartigan said...

i would have given her the tap

12:09 PM  

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