Buried Here

I ordered my grave-site and tombstone yesterday. I think I’ll be around for a while. But it was on sale.

My tombstone says, “He was around for a while. Some people thought he was a tree.”

My grave-site is behind the seven-eleven off of Main Street in Evanston. There’s an open lot with some weeds. I don’t care about the visuals. When you’re underground you spend a lot of your time appreciating the dirt. Luckily I’m fascinated with worms. My feeling is that if I were worm, I wouldn’t think about what I look like.