Saturday, October 11, 2003
Standing on the porch looking up at the full moon the last two nights reminded me how I used to wonder if You saw that same moon, halfway across the world. Large and perfectly circular, with minute grey blemishes on the surface, perfection in imperfection.
If I were the dramatic sort, I would have lit a fag and scuffed my heels in the dirt.
Trouble is I don't smoke, never have, and I need my shoes clean for work.
Trouble is, I'm a pragmatist.
And standing on porches staring wistfully at large round moons is for romantics.
Trouble is, I'm confused. And it all started a long, long time ago when someone put a gun in the small of my back.
Enough. Cut to action, Colchester Casualty, scene 201951, take 1.
If I were the dramatic sort, I would have lit a fag and scuffed my heels in the dirt.
Trouble is I don't smoke, never have, and I need my shoes clean for work.
Trouble is, I'm a pragmatist.
And standing on porches staring wistfully at large round moons is for romantics.
Trouble is, I'm confused. And it all started a long, long time ago when someone put a gun in the small of my back.
Enough. Cut to action, Colchester Casualty, scene 201951, take 1.
