moan, you moaner[s].
it’s a funny thing when you’re this close from a scary place,
I say as I type on my $2000 computer, importing photos from my $1800 camera.
recipes for irony, all sitting right here - I’ll admit to that.
a single line from an old friend to end a quick email and I’m emotional,
the same way a Journey track used to sum up a high school love.
thank you Steve Perry, you see right through me.
I sat outside the museum today, waiting on Emily.
I’d already gone before, but had promised her I’d go with her again.
but that wasn’t happening,
sorry Egypt, I can think of quite a few things that $13 can buy.
even my favorite alley found me unsettled,
humorous looks in the direction of the man who can’t handle his apple.
a walk back out and the lady selling tissues asks me for money.
funny, darlin, I was about to ask the same thing.
the fear isn’t what’s going to happen,
the fear is what pride will be traded.
so a few days,
and a deep breath,
but not deep breaths.
because there is a difference.
between the two.
Okay you’ve earned your beer for the day, off to the pub with ya (and you’d better...