Lonely in Company That is Not You
I sit here bashing away these tears. If I blink hard and fast enough perhaps, just perhaps, they won't pour. I don't know the reason but alcohol is the culprit.
Last Friday at 3pm I was leaving work and looked above to notice the sky was nicely parted into night and day. Surely, rain was coming my way and my only option was to haul ass home, which I did, on foot. I arrived fairly dry even for having forgotten my rain pancho. Hah. Shortly after it began to come down...hard. I mean, what the HAIL in Miami Beach??? My apartment kitchen and living room flooded. The streets looked like rivers with water waist deep. And of course, because I am a FIEND for cigarettes I ventured into the streets swimming past deserted cars and stranded people to the nearest gas station.
Quite an adventure to say the least.
Last Friday at 3pm I was leaving work and looked above to notice the sky was nicely parted into night and day. Surely, rain was coming my way and my only option was to haul ass home, which I did, on foot. I arrived fairly dry even for having forgotten my rain pancho. Hah. Shortly after it began to come down...hard. I mean, what the HAIL in Miami Beach??? My apartment kitchen and living room flooded. The streets looked like rivers with water waist deep. And of course, because I am a FIEND for cigarettes I ventured into the streets swimming past deserted cars and stranded people to the nearest gas station.
Quite an adventure to say the least.