I didn’t tell anyone about my past lives. History lived in me. Then I told my girlfriend. Right after I’d used her toilet for the first time.

I said, Of course I’ll sign the petition! I said, These people make me so angry. I said, What’s this for again? I said, Do I get a kiss now?

This isn’t working, she said sadly. I stubbed out my cigarette. But I just spent the day with you in a museum! I wailed. Not that it helped.

He yawns and finishes his drink and says, I’m tired. He stands up slowly. I’ve been tired for so long, he sings. And then he grabs a guitar.

The Lonely Man stumbles and screams, I hurt my foot! and when he realizes no one has noticed he yells louder. And then he laughs at himself.