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A waiter taps my shoulder. "Can I interest you in a refill, sir?"

I shrug. "Sure, why not?" I say.

The waiter wasn't being polite. He was being pushy. He wants me to leave.

I can see her lips moving. I don't know what she's saying. I can't place the language.

I'm in Wiesbaden, Germany. I'm trying to remember where my sister said she'd meet me. I'm lost. I'm in the Turkish part of town. Every window smells like roasted lamb. The shops pour techno calls to prayer and light from their vibrant neon signs. Electric minarets hurt when you're intoxicated.

This beautiful woman looks at me like I'm lost. I am lost. She says something, and it's the most beautiful thing I've ever heard in my life. I have no idea what she said.

The girl cocks her head. She curses in French. She smiles, flips me off, and walks away.

One time I listened in on this semi-famous indie director on a date with a psychology graduate student at this cafe. The director just kept talking and talking about this movie about autism.

The psychology student told the director about this patient of hers with autism who killed himself.

The director said, "That's really sad." Then, he talked about his friend editing the film score with this look on his face like he had been interrupted.

We're bored out of our minds. We're channel surfing, me and my dog. I ask her if she wants to do something. The dog just lies there, like she's dead.

I'll watch anything, but I don't want to watch anything.

I keep searching.

don’t believe everything you read
because writers will lie to you
our worlds want answers in our minds
sometimes we just

just say what sounds good enough

like with lovers, usually
what gets us through the night
by tomorrow, no one remembers exactly
anyway

anyway, i always tell the truth
you can

trust me.

I met Jesus Christ once. He smelled like the apocalypse.

I don't think it was really Jesus, but you never know, do you?