I walked down the train tracks near my apartment complex. It led past my old house. While retracing my steps, I saw a stray cat with mouse dangling from its jaw. It stared at me long and hard before darting into the bushes.
“Campbell. Like the soup?”
“Yep, that’s his name.”
“That’s great. Like the soup,” I repeated slowly. “Like Spaghetti-O’s.”
That made them laugh. I got to meet a lot of new people over the weekend. That guy who knows that other guy, that girl who lives with so-and-so. At one point we wandered upstairs and mingled at a stranger’s party.
Deep down I wondered how many people were genuine. I believe people can always redeem themselves. But maybe that’s not true. Maybe some people just exist and they do whatever the hell they want, even if they think what they’re doing is wrong or hurtful, even when they know better or want to be better. Maybe some people are just like that and they just… exist.
After work, I felt exhausted and decided to take a nap beneath a tree. I woke up feeling refreshed but my face and hands were sunburned. I also had bug bites for days and they were itchy as a Christmas sweater.