Danielle and I spent our Saturday evening watching Parks and Rec. It’s 12:15, Danielle has just about boarded the last train to Dreamtown and I rushed to catch up. In the TV room, I caught a shadow whizzing through the whitish light of the television. I assume it’s Loki, Danielle’s dopey cat. I then remember that Loki doesn’t have wings.
Dusk, June 29th. Two workers are the only people left at Dunkin Donuts, chucking stale crullers in the garbage and dumping what’s left of the burnt coffee out. They’re talking about how the new guy called off yet again and when they can reasonably fire him. They’re talking about the guy with corn kernels for teeth and how his breath smelled like liquefied squirrel. Or maybe they hate each other and are not talking at all because one of them is a manager who barks orders just to flex managerial power or one of them smokes cigarettes for the sole purpose of getting multiple breaks.
“If your time to you is worth savin’
Then you better start swimmin’ or you’ll sink like a stone
For the times they are a-changin’” Bob Dylan
Apologies for the delay. I was busy all day Tuesday and did not get a chance to properly sit down and write this week’s post.