This too shall pass

And its a beautiful day. There is something to be said for sitting in an empty bar with two amazing women drinking guinness while Ring of Fire plays over the jukebox. It's one of those moments that usually only occurs in Indie films where the lead character is a doe-eyed loser-savant who is wasting their talents because 'this town is the only place i've ever known' or something along that lines. Maybe somehow I make my life mimic art...not even good art....i would like to say my life mimics a great dostoevksy novel....but it more closely resembles a pop-up book. But this bar and this company! thats the rub.....my mind is very very blank right now, very sluggish, like swamped dumplings...more later i suppose