Like mad

someone from work is leaving, giving us another excuse to stuff our faces in a city island restaurant tonight. the cab driver dropped me by an empty, grassy lot across the seafood restaurant. however, before i could get to it, i had to negotiate around a fur shell of a dead coon, still slightly wet from a recent death. the one leaving was reticent throughout the meal, only obliging finally with an anecdote, this one about the joys of learning, at her age, how to play a bamboo flute. nursing on my second cocktail, i thought i heard a song sang rather crudely towards the end of the meal. waiting for my ride home, i saw two crows fidgeting on top of the tree by the empty lot and crying out like mad.