I have to put up a wall to put up with him. Not an invisible, metaphoric emotional wall, but a wall made of bricks. Those bricks could be used to keep out his bullshit. Bricks could transform him from friend into neighbor, and I think that’s pretty special.


“I like making money. I make it out of wood. I make nickels mostly.”

“Are you happy here with me? Because if not, we can scoot over a few feet.”

“Chop off my erection. That way you don’t have to go battery-operated penis shop…”

“As an animal lover, I don’t like zoos. I feel the only creatures that should be…”