You Are Not Real

“Hey, you can’t be looking at something like that in here. These are real people walking around with real sensibilities and fears, hungers and desires. They aren’t fictional characters like you.
“With your ball cap and your talking way too loud on your two-way phone planning three-way sex. Your shaved, stubbled head, your braying laugh.
“These people are blocked with solidity. They are unerringly corporeal. They have substance. They are real.
“They are not like you.
“You’re a caricature, a cartoon hound pacing back and forth from computer to telephone inscribing an ever-widening path in the already worn carpet.”