Published on Sun, 2004-09-26 12:26
You might ask yourself why you drank something like 10 beers and took several doses of whiskey, or you might just go looking for succor in ibupophen and coffee. Me, I'm thinking about going back to bed.
Something in the drumming inside my head makes me thirsty for northeast cold weather, historical lovesick echos from Northhampton and Vermont, dreams of sex like religion amid the autumn leaves. The coffeeshop full of happy couples; children; beautiful people.