Take the 410 to B-lot
in the front window that caught my eye. Like a fly on shit beer, I was in the doorway of the old two-tone RV without a second thought. A man in a black flat brim kicked off his ski boots in one of the rig’s
Until Next Time
I’M ON THE PLANE HEADED HOME RIGHT NOW. The melancholy is starting to sink in. It feels like a pair of sunglasses that make the world seem less sparkly. Or a heavy, wet towel around my neck that I can’t get dry. I’ve just spent a few exhilarating day
