Journal 4

Then George started wondering about jealousy. Jealousy, the slimy creatures which take the form of whatever we desire that live in the depths of the earth. The sneaky ones who resides in a house of dreams without a path to it, and without a door. Why should jealousy have a path if they knows the way to everyone? They sit under all of us in the house that all desire. Sit poised and ready, waiting for a spark to go off between beings, where they then breed. Been waiting there since the beginning of time and beyond. He was likely to see one of their green scales around very soon. He felt worried too. Poor Gary! He aint got to deal with it by himself. He went to his door to ask to help, but Gary declined. He didn't know what he wuz talkin' bout. Just 'cause his neighbor got a promotion doesn't mean he wanted one! He'd be all right when the boss gave him his. He wasn't jealous in the least. That's what he told himself. But Jacob said the boss was laying him off next week, so he knew. But if he hadn't told him, the next week would tell the truth. All Gary's co-workers, even those in the marketing department, were giving him funny looks as they passed him in the maze of cubicles, shaking their heads. Everyone was waiting for the moment that the boss would pass the judgement they had heard. Everyone but Gary. Suspense, the unopened door, was in front of the town.