A History of the World for Roughly the Last 10 Minutes
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Chapter: Roger Sherman, 36, 9:44 P.M., Washington DC, Resident
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had to remember to grab those diapers. she’d probably be asleep on the couch holding the baby. life’s getting more and more ideal. the house, the wife, the baby. cliché and beautiful. and honest. he was growing so fast the cameras can’t keep up digital as they are. thinking always that despite the sleeplessness everyone wound up being right. undescribably unique unto itself. the whole thing.

now, even going to the store. waiting at the personless u-scan check-out. buying the dog a bone, the diapers, and breathmints for the morning. liked waiting there with the people looking at the diapers to find the newly developed perma-grin beaming. respectable. and honest. grab the bags, sign the slip, walk out the door.

matching cars. her father thought they were sturdy, plus American made. he was an American made guy, taking back Chinese Christmas presents and birthday stuff made in tawain. his was a respectable decision, they were after all, sturdy cars and they got you there. and the six-cd changer in the dashboards. nice. mostly a.m. these days. talk shows or npr. Roger Sherman, aged 36, married and with a four month-old first baby son, turned on his radio:




- posted by Sean Wheeler @ 11:51 PM