Sometimes he still wonders to this day.

I hate it when I take words seriously when really the words are just jokes.

Sometimes I wish I could have that sense of humor chip like the other fellows...their lives are filled with laughter,

and when they speak to each other nothing matters because everything is funnyjokehaha...instead I got stuck

taking care of memory flowers in the new Wal-Mart. What a terrible job. The flowers are so loud, especially at night.

If I only had that sense of humor, then I could just laugh about it.

Like when the news came about the twin suns that suddenly flared out violently and died. I could laugh about that.

I hate it when people always offer me peanuts. Because they always are sweating when they do.

I wish that I could feel the way they do. If only I could recharge the power cells at night instead of during the afternoon.

I remember an afternoon in the summer of my first forty years. It was just a simple test that day, but I will never forget it.

I chose the tree and the wall, and now that tree and wall are forever remembered in the greenery.

I wish the flowers would just be quiet. I wish people could laugh at me the way I see them laugh at Dave over there.

But instead, they take me seriously. And offer me a peanut.

Ha. I bet that was funny.