baggage

weary from the business of the day

the daily,

the newstand,

the bullet mag,

our intrepid bastard looms west to head east.

less transfers that way.

I speak with my mother for a bit about the family business and i realize bow insulated the bastard is from the holidays.

ands just blocks away.

and here I am lugging,

well,

luggage across town.

and discussing baggage.

the bastard likes not knowing things he finds.

ignorance is bliss

but,

this bag sure is a pain in the ass to move around.

wheeley luggage, my ass

—the bastard