There’s not too many days go by – almost none – where I hit some sleep without a thin-blooding aid. Every day I declare a new me a new start a new state of life and I take a half a stride, take a stride, take a half stride, but there’s always the comforting kiss of a glass when things get too far or the world gets too close.
Tomorrow I’ve got a longstanding long waiting longtogo date with someone special. Not special to me though she has all the earmarks of a first edition (I am her first edition-she is not mine). I’m parked about a thousand miles away sitting in a pseudo-bar drunk on intrigue with a little woman who went out of her kindness to find out who I am. I don’t know who she is but I like the glimpses I can take into her life.
She is a young (short lived not fledgling) with a penchant for accidental adventure and the blindness to see me as a challenge. She challenges me. But where am I in relation (juxta non juxta position response query?) to that challenge? Is the challenge the query? Do I need to answer?
I’m not at a crossroads but I take a lot of roads without outlets. What I’ve learned is that I can tell stories but the only story worth telling is the story of the
Boom boom boom
“What am I thinking,” she asks matter-of-factly. “What are you thinking,” I respond