City Scenes, Thoughts from the City, A Story

A man in a gray suit drinks coffee and eats a confection.

Outside, the streets are shrouded in clouds.

A man describes his recent breakup. They’ll split custody of the dogs but he has to move.

I haven’t slept much in 48 hours. I am feeling a lassitude.

The writing is going well, new breakthroughs. Writing for dogs, writing for life.

Madness has descended upon me. But I remain sane. I will never lose my comportment.

The barista looks vaguely Gothic.

Beards and sideburns reign here. I shaved my beard after five months of growth.

Hank Williams plays. His plaintive voice still gets to me. How does one write the way he sings?

Perry Mason with Dad. Perry fights injustice, venality and conventional wisdom. He wins.

Rosemary in bloom catches my eye. Nothing like rosemary branches burned in a burn barrel and that fragrance.

The Bonnie and Clyde book just passed 40k in words. It is off the leash, galloping. It is moving like a dog on an Oregon Coast beach after a long imprisonment in an animal shelter.

All my recent attempts at rapprochement have failed. I think I should probably give up.

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