A Friend

There is a man at the door. He is wearing an orange raincoat that is torn near the sleeve. I open the door and he smiles and comes in and takes the raincoat off and hangs it in the hall cupboard. I ask him what he wants and who he is. He laughs. I ask him again what he wants. – What are you up to? He responds. I realize that he must be an old friend that I have known for a very long time. He follows me up to my room. I start working on my computer. He looks through through my comic book collection, then starts playing with my Slinky. – You have a lot of cool stuff, he says. Then he lies down on my bed, and asks me to play some music. – I’m looking for a job, he says. But I've had no luck. Play some music. I put on a Leonard Cohen album. - I hate this old stuff, he says. I realize that this man is incredibly boring and we have almost nothing in common. He is so boring to me that I don’t even remember being friends with him.