What looks like a fourteen year old boy comes in wearing a grey coat and a beautiful butter yellow tie, and buys a small cup of coffee. A strange desire to watch the superbowl surfaces. The same banker winks at me twice, pre- and post-latte. Infidelity need not be chronologically concurrent with a relationship. Optimism is easier when one doesn't have to explain one's anxieties in full; a momentary frown needn't provoke an emotional third degree. Baseball players are the best looking American sportsmen, or perhaps I'm just a sexual racist. Didn't expect Paul Harding's page 24 punch to the gut. Still haven't written that goddamn letter. Do even french people know how to say "Sartre"?
Thanks for directing me to your blog via twitter. Your writings and musings have been deeply missed by me.
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