Coffee Log, Day 268


Coffee: French Roast, Trader Joe’s Brand

Long days die in dark nights.

I was stressed out. I don’t know what started the stress, sometimes it just crawls in bed with you.

I went to the Korean grocery. I bought beer and veggie ramen. The place was packed. There was this girl with pink hair. A dad was picking up and putting down his son. Outside, in the parking lot, I walked in a blue haze. It was bright and cold.

‘Far away’ was on my mind. Two cents on California where M is making movies; two cents in Atlanta where… well, I shouldn’t follow you there. Anyway, you spin the wheel and it’s just red sevens and nobody ever bets on that.

There was a block party of sorts. We sat around the campfire. I met some neighbors. I liked these neighbors. They cooked a rack of ribs and I munched fries. I gave them the beer I bought. I shared some bourbon. In between our cold legs went Sally the cat. In between fits of woodsmoke they were telling stories.

You’re only winning if you feel like it. A ball on black six, blowing hot in your hands for the prayer.

Novel Count: 9,347 words

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“What worries you masters you.”

John Locke