After a particularly long night out on the town, I was smoking under a lamppost outside of one of late night downtown haunts. Looking very l’homme fatal, I saw a man I knew going up to people and asking for change. I do not really know him but his turf seems to be around my …
When you wake up in the morning there is an impulse to look back over the previous day and look for omens and portents. At least this is how I feel when I am staring at the ceiling from a lonely bed. I normally resist these urges but yesterday was a bit of a different …
I awoke to the sudden application of faint whisper, the type of whisper that is like a sledgehammer to the temple, that I am “Doing it wrong!” Looking around my bedroom there was nothing that could have stirred me from my slumber but now I was awake and nothing could be done about that. Groping …