non

non-chicken soup. no interruptions. downhill skating wears down the tip of my shoe. bare toe scrapes the ground. hungry. angry work memories. they’ll probably wind up offing me if I keep speaking up for myself. the bastards. some say, get me drunk and I’ll speak truthfully. along with a lot of nonsense. I can do all that without any help.

gearing up for a day trip.

annoyance. my head ain’t clear. blame it a junkyard worth of stuff.
pray to God. don’t ask me why. I’m not a philosopher. if you don’t want to pray, that’s okay too. I know how to mind my own business, and I understand many ways of thinking. banished to the non-writing world with non-chicken soup.