Ghost Walk Aborted
Wrecked after whiskey and breakfast, I contemplated a ghost walk in the name of further self torture and boredom, but aborted.
But realizing that my bladder was full and my psyche was drained, I hopped off at the university and wandered the grounds. Foolishly without camera. I saw potential shot after potential shot. So I stood there, again listening to A Thirsty Fish, reading The Atlantic and waiting for the train with the conference going crowds in springtime sunday best. The ghost walk lay aborted.
Had I wandered down that path, this is where it would have likely began. One of these days...