Thursday, April 26, 2007

At the street corner, my past walks stridently up in pinstripes and a snazzy phone, offering to take me anywhere I'd rather go. And all I was doing was waiting for my bus.

When I'm done chewing my head bit by bit, savouring the remnants of my sanity before it all goes down the toilet, I might write a post that means something to either of us. Till then, just walk away.