"Hey there Claude. How are you today? I guess you're the same. You know I have been giving some things some thought."

Oh great, brainiac has been thinking. Stan don't you know that I get tired of hearing you talk to me every night without me being able to scream at you to shut up.

"Sometimes I think that you may be the lucky one."

What the hell are you talking about ? I am the lucky one?

"My life is horrible, I still live with my mother and I have never even dated a girl. It hasn't been just a recent thing though. I have had a terrible life since the beginning. My father died when I was 17 years old while we were eating dinner. I still miss him. He was the only person that could tell my mother to stop nagging. When I was in high school, my mother was a teacher and the kids used to pick on me so much because of that."

From what I have gathered from our one sided conversations, I would have made fun of you too Stan.

"I thought that once I got to college, that everything would turn around for me, but it didn't. I was trained to do this monotonous job that just adds salt to my wounds of boredom. When my mother fell ill I moved in with her to take care of her. I love my mother don't get me wrong but she is always nagging about me staying out late or something like that, I am too damn old for that. The other night I went to a karaoke contest and I saw the most beautiful girl in the world, and my reward for it was coming home to my complaining mother.

This is truly touching Stan but I don't think that you would be in a better situation if you were in a coma. I don't think this would remedy any of your problems.

"I think you are the lucky one Claude. I come to work everyday and I see your wife here by your side. For three months since your wreck, she has been here holding your hand and whispering in your ear how much she loves you. I want that. I need that. No matter what your situation, you will always have your wife's love.

To continue...

To return to the muse.