So there’s this girl.
There’s always a girl – isn’t there? – though God knows why, at this point.
This girl wears red pants. Every other Friday, the red pants. Like clockwork, which is a ridiculous simile, clockwork having no need for pants.
Why did I say that? I will delete it, surely, before I post this.
This girl – this woman, really – wears the pants to highlight what she believes to be her best attribute, but she is wrong. Her best attribute has nothing to do with pants because her best attribute is her nose. An Aztec nose, I believe, with hardly a break in its slope down from the forehead for the tiny divot between the eyes.
I talk with her sometimes, though never on a Friday of the Red Pants.
I try to view her in profile but this proves surprisingly difficult and involves much pointing at distant objects.
She was born on the day I graduated high school and if I had three hundred pictures of her, I would make her into one of my blog characters.