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The day everything nothing, I was standing underneath a
streetlight, wishing I had a cigarette. I can't recall
unusual about it. If there was something in the air, if the had
clouded over, I aware, I was too bored to care. No thunder
roared. No lightning cracked. No missiles rained from the sky.
was no sneak attack. was just suddenly this awful lack. Things
had changed, for sure.
The day became nothing, you couldn't put your finger on
what had gone wrong. The alleys were dirty; the garbage still
smelled; there was no panic in the just a lot of grief--in
people's faces, in their eyes--a mixture of and total surprise.
This was no apocalypse. No one a voice from the sky, there were
no miracles at the 7-Eleven, no one screamed, no one even why.
It was like everything had somehow, quietly died. So let it die!
I can't recall much of what next. I was on my way to visit
woman I knew. All we had in common was good sex, and now I
couldn't remember her address. A group of us, just strangers,
got and we formed a committee to discuss the problem. We
talked things like assured mutual destruction and emotional
responsibility. I remember my name, so I called myself Bob.
It's weird being a Bob, but I'll get to it. I have to.