Mumblings from the Beast
So, I've got to go transfer some money from one bank to the other today. I hop in the truck and sally forth. On my way , I'm thinking to myself, "I don't need any pocket cash so I'll just deposit it all in the other account".
From somewhere far, far away...as faint as the first sound of the surf that you here when approaching the beach...I hear lamest, most pathetic thing I've ever heard. Not even a demand, it was a plea.
Beer?
I think this is the first time that I recognized it coming from a place that was not me. It came from something that I've separated from myself. I laughed out loud and went on about my business.