Chapter two

I had all those tennis balls in my car for a week. I think they multiplied. Originally they had been in a plastic bag. When I went to put them back in the bag they didn’t fit. I wasn’t sure what to do with all these tennis balls. I thought that maybe I could leave them out behind the old k-mart with the moldy wigs and the abandoned zoo animals. I do not know if such things exist behind the old k-mart. I have never been behind the old k-mart. For those who do not know, k-mart is a kind of store that was popular in the eighties. Even though they were very big they did not sell very many kinds of meat or cheese. I’m not sure they sold any kinds of meats or cheese. K-mart probably sold tennis balls. Places like that are known to keep their tennis balls in plastic containers, but these containers usually only hold three tennis balls at a time. This is very sad because three is not a good number amongst friends. Usually two of them gang up on the third one. It would be like if you had three legs, but only needed two to run. Soon, the third leg would become atrophied and shrivel up and die or fall off.

So, k-mart seemed as good a place as any to leave my tennis balls. The problem was when I went to k-mart it didn’t exist anymore. It had left. All that was left was an empty, abandoned building. I decided not to leave my tennis balls there.