norway formal

we use a big, wide red marker to label the weight of cardboard bales and the guy who wonders if there was a crystal meth problem at my high school asks in a jokingly fashion if i'd like a hit of the marker. he laughs like it's only a joke and then every time he takes a big big hit from it. i laugh like it's just a joke and wonder if i'll look fifty when i'm forty like he does.

in norway they wear their trousers rolled. business as usual. my friend from norway sends me emails with nothing in them. she sends me nothing.

where's my friend in maine? salt water girl from maine.

he asks if there was a crystal meth problem where i'm from and i can tell he wants me to be interested in what he's saying. like my homeless pal at the portland train station who just wanted to do me a favor by selling me some crack or the best grass in town because he didn't have to offer any of it to me. i tell him i'm allergic to crack and i ask him if he has it on him and then i start rubbing my eyes and itching my neck and i stand up and call out to the gods in the sky to swoop down and take me away from the pain. he gets nervous and walks away.

in norway they don't know anything about casual fridays. no no no.