"You never do any political stuff on your blog. I'm surprised."
"Not overtly. You have your site up yet?"
"No. Work has been consuming me. Brutal. Since my girl and I split up, I have my nights, but I haven't felt like doing anything. I don't want to go out, but sitting home alone is starting to get to me."
"You start drinking again?"
"Yea, a little. I read your blog and saw it was the full moon. I think I drank a lot. Maybe if I had something to do at night like writing a blog, you know. . . . "
"Writing never kept me from drinking."
He actually looked thinner than the last time I saw him, but that could be from stress. I wonder if he will try to be political when he writes?
The bottom picture is great.
ReplyDeleteIt reminds of the time I was in NY near Times Square during winter and I noticed a passed out, thin old drunk in the gutter with half of his body already sliding into the stormwater drain, like some piece of human flotsam and jetsam, as people just walked by without a second glance.
With a bit of effort I managed to pull him out and as I did so, he regained consciousness, so I sat him in a doorway out of the wind. As I left he said "God bless you" and I made my way back to my warm hotel room in a thoroughly conflicted state of mind.