Okay, that’s the thing–stopped raining finally. Kind of cold but that’s okay. Massive lonely attack. Pint of ice-cream does nothing. No more ice-cream. Risky, risky, risky. Can’t stop thinking of him and refuse to call the bastard. Okay, now’s the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party. I’ve never been. Never be. Don’t even think about it. Or him. Get something done today. Surfing tomorrow? See about it. Get some sleep. He’d be wasted about now. Totally toasted. Watching the game. Okay, now is the time for all good men to come to the aid. Get it in gear. Fine fine fine. What’s the expectation? Better off without him. Can’t even say his name. His name’s Brad. There, you said it. Stupid name for a stupid stupid. No expectation. Nothing happening right now. Nothing. Who am I? Whoa, mama. What’s the deal? Everything’s the deal. Don’t waste time today. Get it going. Go through it, I tell you. Love’s alway been a game. I can’t help it. A lot of fresh air blowing through here. A lot. Can I make it? I can make it. Need to have a fall-back. That’s funny. Brad was my go-to fall-back. Ha ha. Something. Not to belabor the point. So much struggle. Fix my hair. Show you some highlights. Of the game. Of me. Okay, is there a plan? Slowly turn my life over to the Iraqis, that’s the plan. You bet. See what I can do. Can I? Is there? Collecting bottles and cans. That’s what I’ll end up doing if I’m not careful. See what I can see. Is it gonna rain again? Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

BH

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