Christmas is eight days away. I’m
watching Fallout, season 2, episode 1,
a couple of days after a breakdown,
pretty much, yeah, a real breakdown.
Or a series of them. Now seems a good
time to analyze what happened there.
I see the signs. “Made Fresh Daily.”
“Just Ahead: Eats.” and “Flea Soup, 2 caps”
doesn’t sound right, but fits. And credit cards.
Two. Creatively, I find ways out of breakdowns.
Also, a sort of grant application. Could this be
the beginning of a new era? The tensions that
we create become easy distractions. That night,
we create become easy distractions. That night,
as a treat, I went out searching for a Pisco Sour.
