My mother never told me nothing.
The forecast says thunderstorms and I still ride my bike to work. Sky's black, black, black says the view from the office windows.
No money in the bank, two new beach towels, and a missing pair of sunglasses.
I've a mind full of Muppets, sand, Spex, peanut-butter, green, thoughts not-yet-recorded, 1970s drug overlords, brogue, DISCOURSE, and New York City. How obvious.
Only hot water in my coffee mug.
Did you know I am in love?