Dennis kept it up with the news papers every morning before he went in to work. He felt he needed something to keep his attention as he rode the subway into Manhattan from Brooklyn. Katina was giving him more of a headache lately. She wasn't the happiest person either. She was very much into news channel 4. Dennis had been giving her a headache that was equally as strong. The two of them had been together for no more than thirty days but it seemed like an eternity.
Dennis got off the train and entered into the building on 39th street. He was bike messenger. With the internet and all- nowadays work was slow for him. He went up the stairs and sat on the chair he usually sat on and waited for the dispatcher to give him his days work. No-one in the office cared to speak to one another. Dennis was fed up with it all. He thought about Katina, the two of them and their news papers and channels.
The day was done. Dennis' work was done. He had only three runs for the day. He wanted to go on home and kill himself.
Katina was on the couch watching news channel 4.
"Katina.."
"Yes Dennis?", she kept her eyes on the screen.
"What do you say we kill ourselves", he said.
"Naw babe. I'm not interested in shit like that", she said.
"Me either", he said.
"Then why did you ask?"
"It was just a thought".
"Be careful Dennis".
"Why?"
"Because thoughts become things".
"Yeah? You think so?"
"Sure. I've been thinking for over thirty years".
"Okay".
"Okay".