The young man who installed our internet
said the next county over is the meth capital
of the state. He half-laughed and said It’s sad,
but there’s really nothing else for people to do.
I found that opinion bleak for his age so I said
Well they could read the collected stories of
William Trevor or study the rich history of wine
or count bald eagles on Lake Catherine, right?
He hesitated a moment then said Yeah, I guess
that’s true, but most of ’em’d rather do meth.
I wanted to ask him Who’s the president of
the meth capital, like the head honcho?
But I wanted installed internet more and
I could see our conversation distracted him.
He finished the job (well done) and left with
all my banking information plus at least
three strong contenders for a lush new list:
THINGS TO DO INSTEAD OF DOIN’ METH.