(Dr. Skull has a job here in the Fort now, finally, after being unemployed for two years -- but it's a job outside his field. He's still looking for a university position.)
Me (to Dr. Skull): Here's a job for a poet. But it's in Houston.
Dr. Skull: Send me the link.
Me: It's in Houston. You don't want to live in HOUSTON.
Me: Did you not hear me say HOUSTON?
Dr. Skull: Job? For a poet?
Me: Oh thank God.
Dr. Skull: What?
Me: You gotta have a book.
Dr. Skull: ...
Me: (quietly, to myself) Eat my own gun before I'd live in Houston.