What is your malfunction?

 

What is my malfunction. What is my malfunction. What is her malfunction. No, no, she didn’t ask me that. Why would she ask me that. I’m not her—I couldn’t know. I couldn’t know. Understand? Yeah, I understand. I understand. What was the question…

…Right My malfunction. My malfunction. Not her malfunction. Oh god, how would I know, how would I know…

…Okay. I got it. Do I got it? I think I got it. Cholesterol. Oh, you wouldn’t know, wouldn’t even know… Or, I mean, why wouldn’t she? Why’d I say that? What’m I thinkin’? Who asked me? Everyone has a malfunction—why’s that “mine”? Oh, god, I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know. What was the question again. Can never remember…

*a beat*

Huh. “Never remember.” Now there’s a line I’m used to. Never know what to say, so I say that. “Never remember.” …Jeez. That’s not what she asked. Why I always do this. Can never remember. My malfunction, my malfunction… I’m my malfunction…

…Is this on?

—Bennie