I don't handle boredom well. Ever since
I was a kid when I got bored bad things would happen. Its even worse
now because I'm stank ass rich and famous. Getting so a guy can't
even fly to China and tickle a few pandas without it becoming some
kinda international incident. So when Ronica saw me sitting on the
roof staring at the sky and ocean she knew something was wrong.
“What are you thinking about?” she
asked me. Not in a concerned about my well being kind of way. But in
a “Oh no. If I don't think of something fast he's gonna end up on
the news” kind of way. I just sighed. “Are you bored?”
“No...” I lie. “Stop looking at
me like that. You can't read my mind. Right? That's not, like, some
new power you've developed is it? Because that would not be good.”
“Well, you're sitting up there
looking at the sky as if you're expecting it to respond” she says.
“So you're either bored, fidgety, or high. And I know you're not
high because you don't smell of zebra.”
“I only smell of zebra when I have
the angries” I tell her. “I don't have the fidgets either.”
“You look like you have the fidgets.”
“You look like you have the fidgets.”
