the cool breeze toy with the willows

along the riverbank. Take several

slow hits. Climb to a fine elevation,

listening to my favorite radio station’s

new mix of classic rock and metal.

Everything changes eventually.

I know that’s true, but it’s hard

to wait sometimes. Sometimes

you just have to make things

happen. I’m making things happen

now. Whether they prove good or

bad simply remains to be seen.

On the Way Home

I stop by the Sev to actually drop off

my application. (Okay, so I’ve only

really managed to fill it out. I’ve been

kind of busy the last week or so.)

Lucky me. The “big boss man”

is here, checking up on the day

crew. He looks me all up and down.

What can I do for you, young lady?

Okay, so he’s kind of creepy. But I

know how to plaster on a smile.

“Just dropping off this application.

I live right up the hill behind here.”

Always good for our employees to live

close by. No “traffic” excuses that way.

Those really piss me off. Here comes

the drool. But I can play that game too.

“I can imagine. But no worries

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