He once hung a cat from a neighbors doorknob cuz she'd shot him down. I asked the three for a souvenir, they threw me a hubcap with the center punched out, leaving a jagged halo. I put it on. And six beers later I'd black-eyed more than my quota of streetlights. I dreamt of sending my diaries somewhere - the papers, a publisher.
Thought has kinetic energy.
But it wasn't taking me anywhere. And when I finally come to it was still night. To revive myself I usually head for the Linger Lounge, a place of purposeful and stylish dissipation. There's a sieve in the john, behind the toilet. Check it out.