Seen on the Purple Line to Linden at about 8:45 a.m.
watches the girl putting on her make-up, watches her transform from something
tired and ugly and beneath his notice into something better. Kevin pulls his
graying hair in frustration and wonders why girls always have to trick him by
slathering that shit all over their faces. That’s what it is. It’s shit, and it’s
a lie, and it makes him like girls under false pretenses. Kevin thinks they do
it just to spite him. Girls are always doing things just to spite Kevin. Like
they say that personality is more important than looks, but they won’t look at
Kevin because he wears his khakis too high and he keeps his polo shirts neatly
ironed. Make-up is shit, and a lie, and so are girls.
Sorry I didn't write yesterday. I was working from home. And then later I was getting drunk with my Dad for Father's Day at Delilah's. Sure, it's not the normal way to celebrate, but it was fun. You should try it sometime.