Bouncing like a sine wave.
The venue last night had no air conditioning. In northern Ohio this time of year, it's warm. The moist air clung to my skin.
Clung like rain drops on glass.
I listened to Carl Hiassen romp through the Everglades while I drove. I resisted the temptation to rent crap fiction at Cracker Barrel. It was there, and plentiful - but I opted for Hiassen - he's no Joyce, but then I've got the attention span of a fruitfly.
I nearly rented The World is Flat
So, Why are books on CD priced outside of the reasonable market?
$40 bucks is hard to pony up when the paperback is $12.
For now, I'm heading out again - leaving Hiram and driving to Detroit by way of Sandusky. The college dorm room last night, where the university housed us, was less nostalgic then you might think.
But the table full of hungover boys next to me this morning, talking last night's Crown shots and the high probability that they'll head back to bed.. ah, now that takes me back.
back in time... and I feel like I did, and the world looks like it did, and there I am, like I was
like sitting at the impact point where two trains collide.
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