Archive For February 17, 2018
I am here by accident. My parents asked me to stop by some twenty-two years ago and they’re long gone and I’m still here. Florida. A foreign land. Nobody remotely like me anywhere in sight. So, I am sitting alone in Chipotle, drinking a Stella Artois, while my car gets a new headlight bulb, retail…
There was a delicatessen/coffee shop just down the street from my apartment. Delilah’s became my office, the owners became my friends, whose names I don’t remember now. They let me run a tab, because writing doesn’t always pay good. Or on time. Or often. From January 11, 1989. – JDW Holy Shih tzu!! The…