Today on my bus ride home I was talking to a few of my friends about things-

and one of them asked if I was writing about how bad things are with the economy and how it’s affecting our lives.

I said:

 ” I just wrote a story about a woman who sews her face on every day. “

There was this silence and I figured I hadn’t explained myself very well so I go on:

” She’s really bad at it.”

No one would say anything.

” No one will help her- so you know, she spends all day in front of a mirror trying to sew her face on. She’s alone and faceless.  So yeah, I guess I am writing about how bad things are.

Call me negative but I’ll bet nobody will talk to me on the bus ride home tomorrow.