this morning #310.

this morning, there was glass everywhere & all he could do was stand there on the sidewalk taking in the scene. while he was laying inside his apartment deep in REM, dreaming of game-winning home runs & flashy press conferences, somebody had been out here taking batting practice on each & every window of his beloved 2011 camry. the sheer senselessness of it all was quite unnerving. it wasn’t like there was a spurned lover or wronged work colleague who was enacting revenge. he didn’t have a single enemy. never had. some ghostly stranger had simply picked his car & his car alone out of all those parked along the block. having to report it to the cops unfortunately made things worse.