Woke up at 4. 5. And 7. Had a shower. Bothered by a rash. Set the coffee. Timer. Left a kiss on her forehead. Took out the trash.
Sunlight crawling over the roofs.
There's something going on in the parking lot near the red Toyota. Two shadows are now one.
Traffic chaos. Kids are screaming, like Ann Coulter, in the back seat. The radio gives you the impression that the general public is being tortured by the heat.
Trucks lined up on the Ambassador Bridge. Waiting for inspection. I feel like jumping into a different life. Somewhere where Irene still thinks about me and our dreams haven't been pissed away.
Car in front slams on his breaks. License plate. 'God doesn't think about you. He's too busy with the Baptists.'
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