"She left me for a waiter who dealt coke out of a ribs joint. I told
her that was better than a guy who sold ribs in a coke place. She
didn’t understand the joke and I didn’t understand why she left me.
I watched TV for fifteen hours. During dusk and dawn, it was mostly
news, a gray time illuminated by a gray light. My eye didn’t operate at
capacity, the pupil never quite knowing whether to open or close. The
constant hideous flickering light made my head throb. I decided to be
on the news. I dressed in dark clothing and walked in drizzling rain to
the ribs restaurant. Cold water ran into my collar and down my back.
I should have worn a hat. The waiter was working late. I stood in the
employee parking lot beside a dumpster that smelled of rotting meat.
I breathed through my mouth. The kitchen crew played loud music
as they cleaned up, the kind of raucous music I hated. The waiter left.
He walked by without seeing me and I stabbed him twice in the ribs.
Maybe now she’d get the joke"