I can't believe it's already July! There was more to that finding the cell phone story, more of the story I didn't have the guts to write at the time, but now that nothing has happened, I mean no fallout from the whole episode, I think I could write about it now, but now the moment has passed. OK! I'd write more now, but I've got christmas shopping to take care of. Not really, but that's just about how I feel about now. The next thing is just around the corner, always, the next love affair, the next holiday, the next cocktail, the next accident, the next inspiration, the next turd on the floor, the next salon, the next rhyme, the next drunken garden party, the next Seville orange, the next headache, the next earthy, sprawly, sad pastiche. Oh, God please help me, only you can make a flower grow on the unfertile Omaha Steak box next to the toilet in the filling station men's room of my passing thoughts.
