I got stuck in traffic last night. After band practice. And after spending time in the usual Bensonhurst apartment building. I got stuck in traffic. So, when I did, and after the research conducted concluded that said traffic would not be the most brief- I got off the expressway and went to a show.
I was asked regarding the whereabouts of last week’s thoughts. By someone that I sometimes forget still reads. Most folks don’t say much about these. Most observe in silence.
There was a moon last night. I failed to see it. Sounds like a memoir title. Or a song.
By tomorrow, it shall be done. Today even. Maybe. All depends on how quickly I can bleed this week’s stone. And if anything else might end up happening today.