johnny died of aids at the age of twenty-nine

and in some small pocket of hell, there must be at least one soul condemned to riding a bus aimlessly in circles through a suburban subdivision, following a schedule that exists only on paper and searching for route numbers that change in the blink of an eye.

yesterday i added forty-four cents worth of stamps to my credit card bill at the post office, to help a stranger in need...trying to chip away at my karmic debt to the universe.

sigh.