It Was · 24 July 2001
At a point late in the morning of 23 July, 2001: I lit a cigarette and waited for a cab, thinking about lunch, worrying about money, listing unsolved problems, stinging from memory, full of optimism, hiding from conflict, enraged at things, denying others, recalcitrant, unapologetic, hesitant, hungry, quietly losing my hair, in need of coffee, wondering what might have been, regretting paying for that which seemed like fun at the time, uncertain, whistling a tune, cocksure, arrogant, filthy-minded, glum, scattered, high-strung and rather good looking.
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