I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.
Above and in front two birds are dartingin and out of a tree. Sometimes they collide to fight or maybe mate,
but I can't
really make it out in the low light. It's just after
dusk
,
I have nothing to do, I'm watching them, trying to figure it out.
I catch him on his way to the bar, telling him about this old racist failed actor that I'm avoiding. That I'm failing to confront. Iget the sense he's avoiding people too. We get our drinks and find a corner. We chat for a bit. He's managing just fine.