At the counter at Shari’s waiting for my Thanksgiving steak dinner. Watching the chaos behind the counter is like watching Rush at the bookstore from a students point of view. My nearsightedness is really kicking in the last few days. I’m going to have to cave and get reading glasses. Sigh…should have ate more carrots I suppose. Too lazy to get my journal and pen out the car. Should I bother getting them a plate to eat, just in case? Who knows? Is this a taste of things to come in my future? I really shouldn’t future look and just try to stay in the present. But the present is so depressing and blurry. Will I be able to survive into the new year and get drugs. Will those drugs be able to
A 50-something pretending to live in California.