By Carl Bisenius
The Captain was what they called him. We worked in the same secondhand bookstore, so I’m not sure what he was the captain of. Tall, yet always sitting, smoking his pipe. Never a care in the world, oblivious to the world around him. The first words he ever said to me really stuck. “There are two types of people in the world. People like you, and people like me. These types should not interact, yet we’re forced to. I have yet to understand why people like you even exist.” These words have stayed with me for so long, not because of the content, but because of who said it. The Captain of his own sinking ship, maybe.