Notes from a Friend's Town

Midnight has no interest in showing up for this performance. Low clouds masking as suspended rain hang thick on my nostrils as I turn onto Claiborne Ave, headed east from the most reliable of shot nerve conduits, South Carrollton Ave. The moon appears to be on vacation, lost somewhere behind the haze of sulfur filled bulbs and the dense row of rain crowding my mirrors. I left in search of food at 11 o'clock on a Tuesday night in a sleepy college town, in the busy bend of the Mississippi River following a typical July day. A day with little breeze, plenty of attitude and no end in sight . I watched traffic in fifteen minute intervals from the front entrance of the shop until the workday officially ended at 6pm, wondering what had become of some of who am I.  Twasn’t lost or misplaced, but the echo suggested dormancy. I left the house Tuesday night restless, and hungry. My intention was to address one of these humors, the most immediate with the greatest retur...

1. You can't discuss tomorrow with yesterday still on your breath.  2.  Speak it to me plainly, so I know it's real. 3.  Met a friend of a friend last night and dude is really a dog man. From what he relayed and I pieced together, he's had 3 dogs consistently over the past decade, that's crazy. He's also a single man with no kids, so after working 50hrs a week, some canine company sounds like it's in order.   4.  For a myriad of reasons, I don't do well with people who were only children growing up. I've ignored prior disappointments only to be reminded why it doesn't work out well for me. Lesson learned though, I think. 5.   I suppose nostalgia or naivete... 6. I'm glad it was a decision backed by desire. Shuukroon. 7. If I'm absent, I doubt I'll be missed. If I'm present, I doubt I'll be recognized. We call that saving gas, time, & a dandy ensemble several months in advance.  8.  Weeping and a moaning and a g...