The hopeful and erroneous vocabulary of those who do the virtual thing
From "Some Stones Don't Roll"
I never knew Bill. Darkish. Dark. Bespectacled. Intelligent. Verbally sharp. Sane. Quiet. I do not make friends easily. Funny to say that now that everyone is my friend, mandated by the hopeful and erroneous vocabulary of those who do the virtual thing, which has become the real thing for channelling things in the charade called money. In the milieu called social. How did Bill get money? He had been at McLean. I didn't know that. He had been at Gould Farm. I knew that. Gould farm was rehab for non-violent young folk. I never knew what a paranoid schizophrenic supposedly was until after I saw what seemed to be his bloated body on the table. My doctor was the king of robotic surgery in Manhattan, soon to be a fixture on FOX News, opining on health matters. We emailed for a while after the operation and then he did not respond until just the other day. I received an email with a single url - the address of a work online opportunity. The man was trolling for referrals! Would I sell Bill's guitar? It's back in Needham or Dedham. Wherever he lived. Bill's only possession. Had I lent him the money to buy it? I don't remember. Bill, Bill.
Some Stones Don't Roll (FicMemOne by Stephen C. Rose) Kindle Edition
I never knew Bill. Darkish. Dark. Bespectacled. Intelligent. Verbally sharp. Sane. Quiet. I do not make friends easily. Funny to say that now that everyone is my friend, mandated by the hopeful and erroneous vocabulary of those who do the virtual thing, which has become the real thing for channelling things in the charade called money. In the milieu called social. How did Bill get money? He had been at McLean. I didn't know that. He had been at Gould Farm. I knew that. Gould farm was rehab for non-violent young folk. I never knew what a paranoid schizophrenic supposedly was until after I saw what seemed to be his bloated body on the table. My doctor was the king of robotic surgery in Manhattan, soon to be a fixture on FOX News, opining on health matters. We emailed for a while after the operation and then he did not respond until just the other day. I received an email with a single url - the address of a work online opportunity. The man was trolling for referrals! Would I sell Bill's guitar? It's back in Needham or Dedham. Wherever he lived. Bill's only possession. Had I lent him the money to buy it? I don't remember. Bill, Bill.
Some Stones Don't Roll (FicMemOne by Stephen C. Rose) Kindle Edition
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