Some days are more troubling than others.
I left the office at 6 p.m. and drove without a clear destination, keeping my eyes open for tanks or other armored carriers on the streets. Passing a neighborhood bar on Adams Avenue, I saw a familiar black BMW parked outside. Larry was sitting at the bar with an insane guy I'd seen around town. The insane guy had a cardboard box full of drawings and papers in his lap. I wasn't even planning on being here, I just saw your car outside.