Me

I spent the day at Demi Moore’s house. She was recovering from feeling sick. She said that the world had become an overwhelming place and her body and mind had given out.

I said that my car had been the same way recently and I took it in to a mechanic and now it’s good as new.

Demi said that she wasn’t finished talking about how she felt. I apologized.

I felt badly that I couldn’t give Demi my full attention. I realized that I can’t help but think about myself in respect to the rest of the world. I’m built with the sense that I’m the center of the universe. It’s in my blueprints.

Demi interrupted my thoughts and said she desperately needed my full attention. I apologized again.

I then proceeded to pretend I was watching Demi in the movie, “About Last Night.”