VIN (a.k.a. "Untitled") PT 5
As we begin walking Earnest’s phone begins to ring. He looks at the display. “I have to take this. I’ll catch up with you?” He asks. I nod and with a turn begin walking away. Slowly, but not so slowly that I can overhear. I am not sure if it is out of a need to be polite or because Earnest is a hallucination and I don’t want to add any more details to the mess that has emerged so far. The less that I know at this moment will make things easier later. You know, when I’m in the nut house and they're deciding on treatment, not hearing his conversation may save me from electric shock therapy or something worse. Can it get worse than electric shock therapy? I walk at my chosen pace and find calming thoughts. When I hear his footsteps come up behind me and feel him come into step at my side I start asking questions. “So what is it that you do for a living?” “What does it look like I do for a living?” An irritated voice asks. I turn and find myself looking at the groun