At the market today, the seed guy told me to get my lavender seeds in the ground and soon! He showed me the pack of seeds and I plotted my takeover of all of France. At the bottom, it said “WARNING: INVASIVE.” When I got home, I planted the seeds and in the coming weeks, the sidewalks will crack, fences will buckle, mansions will crumble, and governments will hold secret meetings and fear the steady take over of my sweet sweet lavender.
Over lunch yesterday, my friend said that he when he dies, he doesn’t want to see his whole life pass before his eyes, but rather, just the summer of ’93.
“What happened during the summer of ’93,” I asked.
“I don’t remember,” he said.
Two days go, while listening to a radio program, I heard a line that I wrote on the back of a receipt. The receipt now says, “Forgiveness takes a lot more brute muscle than revenge.” On the other side of the receipt, it says that for 15 euros I bought one “fly knot metallic lolly” and I have no idea what that means, nor do I remember buying anything. But I should have gotten two.