1. ex-boy A twenty-nine year old ex-boy stands on the...

    1. ex-boy

    A twenty-nine year old ex-boy stands on the sidewalk of a very busy street.
    A black rain cloud hovers a few inches above his head.
    The black rain cloud is the size of a golden retriever.
    A golden retriever that isn’t house broken.
    The ex-boy is standing there on the sidewalk with a non-house broken, black rain cloud hovering over his head because he doesn’t know what to do with himself.
    The ex-boy’s constant idleness/lack of direction is the mother of the black rain cloud.
    The black rain cloud itself is a bastard and both the black rain cloud and the ex-boy know this, as well as accept it, because they both understand there is no way to go about changing this.
    Not knowing what else to do, and knowing there’s nothing to be done, and that there’s no place to be, the ex-boy watches the cars go past.
    All of the cars the same.
    All of the cars different.
    But none of the cars for him.