I walk down my block. A little girl eyes me. I say hi.
"Hi," she says.
I keep walking. I turn back. The same little girl.
"Want to buy a picture?" she holds up some pages.
"A dollar," she says.
"Okay," I say.
I pick two drawings. One is of a heart with more hearts.
"I did that one," she tells me.
The other is an alien.
"She did that one," she tells me, and points to her friend.
"Well, now I got one from each of you," I hand her the bills.
They giggle and run to their mothers.
"Keep drawing," I call after them.
I walk back to the apartment. It is hot. I sweat. I eat a burger. I sweat some more. I fall asleep.
Now I am back at it. The air conditioner is going. The Moon is out.
Alex Jones and Great Doubt
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