Psst. Over here.
No, the other side.
Hey. Howya doin’?
I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced. My name is…well, why dontcha just call me VA for now. Don’t worry ‘bout not knowin’ me – I usually try and keep a low profile ‘round here. No use stirring up trouble if I don’t have to, know what I mean?
What’s that? What do I do around here? Now that is an excellent question. Been asking myself that one for years. I mean, all these friends of mine, they know. Heart’s up there pumpin’ like a motherfucker. Lungs, they’re bringing in, distributing to the rest of us. Small intestine, he’s takin’ care of the garbage. But me? I’m just kinda here. I get these funny looks sometimes from the others, like I don’t belong ‘round here. Doesn’t help being a bit wormy looking. And I gotta tell ya, it wears on ya after a while. Not like I can argue with ‘em, though. Truth is, I am a bit useless. It’s hard not knowing your purpose in a place like this. And I have to say it makes me more than a little nervous. I mean, what happens when the boss upstairs decides I’m not worth the potential hassle down the road? I highly doubt he’ll keep me around for nostalgia’s sake.
Like last week, I was talkin’ to the ears and they said they heard one of the other families had problems with theirs. Ended up shutting down the entire operation for a couple weeks to…take care of the problem. The worst part? The family didn’t miss a beat. It’s like no one notices he’s not there.
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