The Sweat Flies from the Brow
My car did more than well yesterday. It practically soared to Little Rock, without jerks, without coughs, without stalls, without warning dashboard lights. I had to rub the steering wheel appreciatively.
It was really good to hang out with creepy1966, to meet his wife T., see his daughter Lillian and his friend Arturo again. I sort of dallied in my mind with the allure of a smaller city, since it seemed possible to me that the place had a slower pace, which I liked. It was exactly what I had planned for my day off: jaw with B, listen to music with him, drive around town a little, grab a bite at his favorite Indian restaurant, meet T. and hang out with the two of them some. He sent me home with a stack of new cds and some books on spirituality. Thank you for an amazing day, Bub.
Oh. And I stole your red lighter. Hehe.
Got back into Memphis around 10, picked up Joe, had a couple of drinks and talked to him. Really good conversation. I slid into sleep completely enriched, heavy and smiling.
It was really good to hang out with creepy1966, to meet his wife T., see his daughter Lillian and his friend Arturo again. I sort of dallied in my mind with the allure of a smaller city, since it seemed possible to me that the place had a slower pace, which I liked. It was exactly what I had planned for my day off: jaw with B, listen to music with him, drive around town a little, grab a bite at his favorite Indian restaurant, meet T. and hang out with the two of them some. He sent me home with a stack of new cds and some books on spirituality. Thank you for an amazing day, Bub.
Oh. And I stole your red lighter. Hehe.
Got back into Memphis around 10, picked up Joe, had a couple of drinks and talked to him. Really good conversation. I slid into sleep completely enriched, heavy and smiling.