also, i just need to say vector here. i'm not even sure if it's appropriate. yes...vector.
one year, i purchased candy and i ran out before the end of the night. i managed to cut the front light and escape out the backdoor during that lull. you know, the one between shifts.
little kids retreating to moms and dads who wait at the curb. tiny faces yawning. tiny fists handing over pillowcases, too heavy for chubby arms to carry.
down the block, at that same moment, second shift begins. teenagers and young twenty-somethings sit on the hoods of parked cars. masks pushed back on their foreheads. they inhale one last time. they flick their cigarette butts at a passing car, then approach a row of quiet houses to begin the night's labor.
there was a short first shift this evening and no second shift.
i dropped four pieces of candy into the bag of a shy three-year-old tiger. her mother standing close by whispered, what do you say?
the tiger blew me a kiss. i blew her one back.
i am left with an enormous bowl of candy, still no closer to solving for X.
last seen: elizabethtown, love me if you dare, tumbleweeds, finding neverland
last heard: elliott smith 'a passing feeling'
last read: Say you're at a cocktail party wondering how many words end in -gry.