September 22, 2009
Surprise! as the balloons and confetti fly in the sky of my basement. The stripper poles are wrapped all up in ribbon and the ping pong table holds the cake. I make eye contact with them all but no, no, no I don't know them. I have walked into a surprise party for someone else, perhaps, I think, when I man I don't recognize comes up and hugs me tight like a bear or a tiger if he could. Maybe I do know him but really I don't think I do. Then I remember that today I am not me.