Which Reminds Me

Yes, that was so clever of you to put those words in my mouth, as if I were a useless puppet of no significance to you. As if white lives don't matter.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, the question cannot be asked in polite society, as to was there ever a nice way to have these naked savages surgically removed from my back side? It is not politically correct to speak that way nowadays, so we are not going to say anything about that. There does come a point of no return. 

Which Reminds Me

Yes, it is interesting to note the odd reactions of total strangers to some crazy thing that my scatterbrained aunt said about my mission in life. That was sort of nice in a way to have some type of blessing. I actually do not quite remember it that way.What did she say? Who was she talking to? And was I even there at the time? I am not quite sure why that would attract any attention, given that, anyway,only time can tell how this whole thing ends eventually.   

Which Reminds Me

Yes, truly, I am not very desirous of venting any of my opinions at this time. I reserve the right to NOt express opinions when that is not in my best interests. Of course, that always seemed to work so well in the soap opera that I used to watch in the afternoons, after getting home for school. The monologue of the heroine, the monologue of the bad girl, all of these words are free to all hearers, just turn on your TV and let it vomit all over the place. Of course, Carmen was saying that she never watches television, but that was not my rule.  

Which Reminds Me

Yes, God is watching you wherever you go, even if you think that no one is watching and no one sees you sneaking in the back door at 5 a.m. Yes, and that was such a weird twist on what I had originally said about that, from what was sent back to me, that I am amazed you did not mention that you were an atheist.    

Which Reminds Me

Yes, I vaguely remember that during college I went out with some girls, late in the evening, to a restaurant, Coco's, and we went "Dutch," which is to say that we each paid for our own thing separately. Separate bills please, waitress. For my part, I ordered a plate of onion rings, very large fried onion rings, delicious.

Which Reminds Me

Yes, all of these secrets of "it" seem to be wrapped up in Dauna's head. You could always ask them why she run off the deep end that way, because I was hoping that I was wrong and that she would tell me that I was wrong about that, but then suddenly things got turned around, as it was as if nothing I say can be wrong and now they have to make whatever I say true, even if I really did not know. So, yes, it becomes a ridiculous futility to discuss further what I really do not know anyway.