The good life.

Just now I killed a thumb-sized cockroach in my bathroom. I stabbed him with an umbrella and crushed him with a garbage can. We were both naked. He died, but in the grand scheme I think it was me that truly lost.

This just in.

My son: “Who’s that guy?”
“A reporter for the news.”
“What’s the ‘news?'”
“Radio or TV or newspapers telling people what’s happening.”
“Well, he better not ask me. I don’t know anything.”
“Me either.”