I'm already dead

A friend at work asks rhetorically, in passing, "How's it going?"

"Waiting to die", I answer.

She freezes, then quickly motions me to a more private place to speak. "What the hell do you mean by That!"

"Just hanging, drifting, not interested in anything, almost no responsibilities except myself, middle aged, no goals or plans. Burned out on trying to date at 47, all these wierdos in Manhattan and even Long Beach, yet it's so hard to leave. How the hell can you be this bored in NYC?"

She pulls my ear close to her lips as she whispers, "You're already dead..."

To Be Continued...