Seen at the Fullerton Station waiting for the Red Line to 95th at about 8:35 a.m.
Heights. Jonah wasn’t afraid of heights, but he hated heights because he constantly
lived at them. Tall. Jonah wasn’t the tallest man on earth, but he was taller
than most, so tallness became his defining characteristic. Jonah didn’t stand—he
lurched, or loomed. He gangled. He was always asked to reach for the objects on
high shelves. He was prohibitively tall for kisses. Other aspects of his body
seemed to confirm his awkwardness. He was losing his hair in ugly, uneven
patches, and his hands and feet were too small for a person of his stature. Jonah was unnatural. Though he towered above everyone else, the corners of his
mouth, the folds in his jacket, and his spirits drooped low.
Hey. Did you know my friend Braden of Made by Hand Photography has a new book out? It's a film noir in pictures called "A Hard Dame's Night." You should order it. It can sit on your coffee table in all its glossy goodness. OR you could get a digital copy. Check it out.
Writing group last night was lovely. I have all sorts of new ideas for my novel. In other news, my roommate and I have free tickets to see a preview screening of "The Five-Year Engagement" tonight! Oh Jason Segel, you are the love of my life...