Street Car

a dark and stormy night EIGHT

The bacon was greasier than usual, it tasted good at the time. Felt good in my stomach, maybe it was coating me inside, maybe it was breaking down the whiskey I drank the night before.

I left an extra tip, the coffee was fresher than usual too.

If I wasn’t feeling so grimy and scruffy I would think the day was trying to play out like a perfect musical.


The street car rings its bell, bringing me back to the moment.

Where had my mind gone? No idea.

Just get home to shave, shower put on some clean clothes…get a move on.

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