"Crap! I wish I hadn't seen Ricky on the sidewalk."

"You will be fine for 31 minutes. You will be dead in 32 minutes."









Tuesday, June 4, 2013

DODDERING


Sara flew in last Thursday for the reading.

I haven't seen her since January, when she moved to Colorado and started selling insurance. She's an adult now, with a car and a career and a new relationship.

Sammy drove Sara out on Friday and we all had lunch. I pulled out my debit card, but Sam insisted. Sara spent the night, and I drove her to the airport on Saturday morning.

It was a good trip, a quick trip. Real life isn't here anymore, it's somewhere else. 

And then Sam, to demonstrate just how old he is, bought a goddamn motorcycle.

Perhaps my work here is complete. 

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