Do I have to much Hans on my time? I do whenever my fat neighbor Hans sits on my watch.
I never know when Hans is going to show up. He never calls. He knocks at my door. When I answer he asks, "May I sit on your watch?" I let him in. I take off my watch. He sits on it and smiles. After several minutes, he gets up and leaves thanking me on his way out.
I always think of questions while Hans is on my time:
What does the moon eat to get full?
Do whores love their work?
Why do I keep falling asleep when I read books about insomnia?
Are marriage and serenity compatible?
Can a void be organic?
Does Nothing have an identity crisis when it is Impossible?
Why am I afraid to ask Hans why he enjoys sitting on my time?
