The Mask 1

I must wear a mask today. My face is empty. I emptied it out in the shower. I washed my face real hard until all my facial features disappeared. I used brillo and clorox bleach to make my face as white as possible. I know it hurts but someone's gotta do it. Only I can do it. Now for the mask. Should I wear a mask with a big nose or a small nose? Should I wear a woman's or a man's mask. I cannot choose. So many masks in my wardrobe. I'll just be arbitrary. I'll choose this one. Now I feel ok. I can face the world. I must concede that I hate the world. I am a misanthrope. I don't really like people. No, it's not because they are weak. It's because I'm really screwed up. I wonder if I'll meet someone exciting today. "Hello, Mr. McGlovers." "Hello," I respond. I gotta tell you I love my office. What I like about it is the fact that it is PRIVATE. I don't have to talk to anyone in my office unless they want to talk to me. I have a great book. It's called "Privacy Only, Please." I love this book. Like this line, "Who can you love more than yourself? Don't you just want to throw up?" Yes, yes. I'm reading my book in my office. "Mr. McGlovers?" "Yes." "Mr. Stevens from Gloves to Mars is here." "Send him in." I get up. "Mr. Stevens." "Mr. McGlovers." "Mr. Stevens." "Mr. McGlovers." "What can I do for you?" "Well, I'd like you to consider the acquisition of Gloves to Mars." "Why?" "We feel that you would be better qualified to run our company." "Really?" The problem was that our company had no money. We had been in the red for a long time now and I was shocked that he didn't know. Of course, it was a well kept secret, the most well kept secret in town. It was just amazing that, well, everything was floating along as if nothing was happening. Well that was the economy.