I want a better place, or just a better way to fall

"I might disintegrate into the thin air if you like,"

Is filling the silence. The television is on... Muted. Don't ask me why. Lethal Weapon 2. I think. "Is that the one with Patsy Kensit?" I inquire of myself. God Damn, I had quite a crush on that woman back in the 80's. She reminds me of someone in my life right now. Hmmmm... Quite a crush indeed. Think I like the one now. Never been much for Hollywood crushes anyway. I look up. The T.V. is still illuminated. The stereo is still playing. I'm the only one here. Solitude. I can hardly stand it. And I long for it. Mel Gibson is getting his ass kicked. Gee, I wonder if he'll win in the end. "I will remember to remember to forget you forgot me." *play by play* Quite exciting. Really.

So what would you like to talk about?

Why am I asking you?

Got it... Ever watched a human being in a fish tank? I did. It's disturbing. That was evident on the face of my youngest. We stood at the Long Beach Aquarium a couple weeks ago. Looking at the "fishes." One of the big tanks. The one with eels and Nemo was being cleaned. From the inside. The woman floated happily in the center of the tank. And she smiled at the little one. And waved. And the little one's face seemed mildly horrified. But she was polite. She shot one half-assed wave back and looked the other direction. I felt it too. Standing in front of an exhibit, with fish, looking at a human being. It may not seem like a big deal, but SHIT, it was weird. Reminiscent of what's stated after "funny" stories: You had to be there.

I look up again. Oooo look, Skinamax is playing soft core.

I hate soft core.