there were eighty seven advil in the bottle now there s thirty left i ate forty seven so what happened to the other ten why do you suspiciously change the subject and break my concentration as i dump the bottle out and i count the advil up again don t interrupt me as i struggle to complete this thought have some respect for someone more forgetful than yourself and i m not done and i won t be till my head falls off hitting every pocket on my shirt pants and over coat and i m hitting them again but i don t know where i put my notes clearing my throat and gripping the lectern i smile and face my audience clearing his throat and smiling with his hands on the bathroom sink  and when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall i see stuff through the glass that i don t recognize at all and i m not done and i won t be till my head falls off though it may not be a long way off i m not done ta lking yet i m not done ta lking yet and when i lean my head against the frosted shower stall i see a broken figure silhouetted on the wall and i m not done and i won t be till my head falls off though it may not be a long way off i won t be done until my head falls off