Q: Charles Willeford inscribed a copy of New Forms of Ugly: The Immobilized Hero in Modern Fiction to you, “To Jack Saunders, immobilized in Del Ray.”
A: Apes can brachiate faster than forests can recede.
We moved.
To
Q: When Bush’s father was in, you went tango uniform (tits-up) and lost your house to the bank.
A: Fear of Falling: The Inner Life of the Middle Class.
We fell.
But I got a job
in
Q: Then Bush and Rove rat-fucked the Democrats and you were WMPed.
Workforce Management Program (WMP).
A: Yes. I was superannuated.
Made redundant.
I moved back to Parker and retired.
I’m retarded, now.
That’s how a hick says retired.
Retarded.
Why would a person retire?
I didn’t save enough for retirement.
Every time I got laid off I cashed in the retirement to pay the mortgage.
If you can’t figure that out there’s something wrong with you.
Q: Once you cashed in your retirement to go on tour for a book.
A: How did that work out?
Q: You went on tour.
When your money ran out you went back to work as a custodian.
A: You can do that at 65. At 70, it’s harder.
Q: Yes. 70 is older than 65.
A: I didn’t know that.
I thought I’d be 65 forever.
I can’t make a fist. I can’t open a pickle jar.
Q: You can string a wire.
A: Isn’t my suncatcher pretty.
Q: Is that where Brenda is going to dry her noodles?
In your kitchen window?
A: Yes.
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Q: It’s a beautiful day.
A: Spring is here.
Q: You’re your own paparazzo.
