Saturday, December 8, 2018

Broad Shoulders and Cold Weather

Always heard it's lonely at the top. Well, sir, I wouldn't know. I can tell you, though, that it's no picnic  here on the bottom. Unlike Groucho, I would love to be a part of any organization. I wish I lived in a commune. Played in a band. Always wanted brothers and sisters. 

When push comes to shove, however, you'll find me at the counter to avoid the sad table for one. I'll frequently plow through a book that struggles to hold my attention in order to avoid lines at the theater or crowds at the bar. MSNBC can generally count on my company after dark. Before sunup, too, now that I think about it. 

It's not so much that I'm bad company. It's just that I've had enough of it.

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