After breakfast with friends this morning, left back to my own abandon while my body continued to vibrate at the wrong frequency [hangover], I wandered slowly contemplating a ghost walk. I wandered slowly hoping a bus would show, and if it did, I'd hop on board.
It did.
I did.
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.
After a stop at the book store [and restroom], I came home, stopping by the market to restock beer and cigarettes. Feel asleep watching Dog Day Afternoon.
Had I wandered down that path, this is where it would have likely began. One of these days...
