Roadnotes: Denver

Denver is my layover going back to Seattle. I'm tired. Worn out. I didn't sleep well and I got up at four in the morning.

I notice a small rectangular patch of tan-colored dried puke on the carpet but I don't move to a different seat.

I journal a little, something about how I'm a neurotically skinny fucko, a total loser. The standard stuff.

When I look up again, I realize that these little patches of "puke" are everywhere. They are part of the design of the carpet.

I would love that job. I'd ask my boss for input: "What do you think, should I go with a pee stain look or stay with the puke?"