Saturday, January 12, 2013

Heading home after an indifferent loss

Driving very low to the road, the light scattered and the sounds faint. Zydeco, jin, and swamp pop trickle to the floor and taillights register off and on. The fact that mist and puddles are strange for January occurs only briefly. I'd like to think that something more enlivening will be present at the point where I stop and exit the car, but I'm doubtful. The lack of proper alcohol is certainly a regret. A finger or two of Talisker would have suited the weather. But drinking alone was never my thing.

4-1 Alaska, Pathetic.

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