a mexican clown was hardly killing it when the afternoon rains finally cancelled his lackluster appearance at this birthday party en plain air behind my apartment building.
david letterman, in one of his rarified interviews, told jane pauley that he became weepy after his cardiac bypass surgery. i didn’t have what he had, but i had my own medical milestone recently. i did not become liable to tears too easily since then. what i have become is to be so drab with how i think of things.
a friend asked me why i have been so into dense pictures these past years. of course, my response was “oh, i don’t know.” and i meant it.
i’m certain, at some point along the rest of my days here on this steadily heating up earth, it would come to me why. Not unless some soaker would come along and chase away this annoying need to explain, not so much to friends and my mother, but to my dreary self.