seriously…separated at birth?

I was heading home this evening,

and the bastard saw this unfortunate bellyband bound into this weeks village voice.

and the resemblance was uncanny.

—the bastard

...on lightheadedness

my head was frozen from the walk from the garage.

got a cup of coffee and a few minutes of warmth at the coffee-a-teria.

as the bastard stepped back out into the cold night air I felt the slip.

the fuzziness.

the brief notion that your head was swimming through aspic.

I briefly thought on the allergy medicine and the dizzyness associated with it and made a deal with myself.

if you stay away from the platform's edge, i promise not to fall.

solid.

it sucks getting old.

—the bastard