I’ve been coming here for… I’m not sure, at least six months now? I’ve never been able to score the booth in the back with the church pew for a seat.
Of course as soon as I typed that my squirrel brain bounced to something else in my line of sight. Sitting at eye level was this book and I just picked it up and started reading. White Guilt
My brain is firing all over the place.
There’s what sounds like circus music playing over the pub speakers.
I’m texting with Erik
I’m reading the third chapter of this book
trying to write this entry
I have to pee
still drinking my drink.
I wonder how long I’ve been here.