it took her an hour to make the pancakes. we sat down, i made some strong tea. and then we poured sugar all over them and enjoyed those twenty seconds of sweetness. it's life man... yep. Been reading a lot lately. Yesterday I read a Tennessee Williams play, and today I read The Pigman, by Paul Zindel. There's just not much to do and the sun feels like home. so i just fill my stomach with raspberries and go lay on the concrete field scraper thing, with the cows looking at me. it feels damn good.
"the cities swept about me like dead leaves. leaves that were brightly colored but torn away from the branches." Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie.