The Boy Who Took Medication For His Problems

I heard about a boy who had lots of friends but most of them weren’t real: they would sit with him at the restaurant and read the Times while he decided what to order and they came fairly complete with their own clothes and books and combs and thoughts and baggage; his friends had birthdays too and it wasn’t that he made them up (not exactly) but that he understood the way time works he had read Feynman + Einstein + Michio Kaku and he could see what they saw: an inevitability: 3. contracted pneumonia at the vulnerable age of 8 and when she was brought to the hospital the nurse administered too much potassium and stopped her heart; the rest were never born but he saw those people that live in other worlds: each one with just one tiny spin and so he sat alone every morning at the breakfast table with his friends his real friends and pointed out problems in the economy and he loved all the interesting things they had to say about foreign policy. but then the boy started choking on white pills and soon his life started to change things became more clear and his friends stopped calling and slowly, they stopped coming over to spend the night or to play baseball. and so now he’s sitting alone every morning at the breakfast table with his friends his real friends what a bore.