Review Summary: The four biggest words in the book are spelled like this:
I first listened to this new Sun Kil Moon album, last week at work, around 9:15 a.m. You see, I start every day at work by listening to a new album I've never listened to. On this day that album was the new Sun Kil Moon. I thought to myself, man, it seems like yesterday I was listening to that last Sun Kil Moon album. It was really about four months ago, but when you hear two separate 90-minute drawls by the same guy four months apart it can feel like the dullest of deja vu. I work in a warehouse. I pick orders, pick up things and put them on pallets, then wrap the pallets up and put them on a truck. I also take pallets with things on them off of trucks, the same way I put them on: with a pallet jack.
When putting pallets onto trucks, it's important to stack them in particular patterns, otherwise they might shift and fall and get wrecked. One time in 2013 I watched a trucker open the back door of his truck only to have the stuff fall all over him. I never want to be the guy that makes that happen to someone, so I always try to load the pallets properly. But hey I'm sure it's happened to someone whose truck I personally loaded; and whether it was my fault or the driver's abrupt braking/bad driving, wherever you are, that poor guy, I am sooooo sorrrrry.
I thought about texting a friend about how depressed I was about this Sun Kil Moon album, but then I remembered I don't have any friends who have really listened to Sun Kil Moon, they'd probably text something back like "who's Sun Kil Moon" or "Sun Kil Who" or "is that the Benji guy", so I didn't text any friends about this Sun Kil Moon album. After finishing an order I stared out the dock door into the outside world while sipping hot black coffee and eating an overripe Chiquita banana. In the midst of wholesale who-cares and cringey and and well-meaning mutter ramble, he deployed the Obama-deported-people-too argument and it almost made me wish he'd return to how Europeans only wear tight clothes or the time he ate some lamb with salt on it.
For lunch I took Route 5 to Hazard Avenue and went to a Chipotle, about three miles from where I work. On the drive I was listening to Opeth's 'Orchid', which was a breath of fresh air to my ears after listening to that new Sun Kil Moon. Not that Orchid is my favorite album or anything, I dunno, it was just a breath of fresh air after listening to that fvckin' new Sun Kill Moon. At Chipotle I got a sofritas bowl. I used to get carnitas, but me and my girl went veg recently and the sofritas are pretty good. Along with the sofritas in the bowl I got black beans, brown rice, corn, lettuce, hot salsa, and the guacamole, which costs extra.
The cashier said "that'll be $9.31" and I handed her a $20 bill. She opened the drawer, put it in, and accidentally shut it before taking the change out. She seemed flustered, and I guess the change amount had disappeared from the screen, so she asked me how much change I should be getting back. I could've told her the truth, I could've lied and said I gave her a hundred so that'll be $90.69 plz. Instead I said, "You want me to count this change. What do I look like, a change counter. You're the cashier and your job is to count the change. I was once a cashier, and I counted change then, but now I work in the warehouse and I don't wanna count any change." She looked pissed but held her tongue, I apologized and told her she owed me $10.69 which was the correct change. She gave me the change and I took my bowl. If I were Mark Kozelek, I might've thought she had a thing for me.
I sat inside the Chipotle and ate my sofritas bowl, thinking about my friends and Obama and that trucker who had the stuff fall over him and my girl. And as I scooped the last bit of beans, the new Sun Kil Moon album came to a close. I reflected briefly, and reckoned my favorite bits might be when he imitates a dog after his butt gets whacked and when he imitates a maid he insulted while punching himself. I took my last bite of the beans, put my plastic fork and empty bowl in the trash, walked to my car, and drove back to work.
Goodnight
11:48 P.M.
March 19th 2019
Easthampton
