I’m flying out of St. Louis on Wednesday, and there’s a 100% chance of rain. If you’ve never flown in or out of Lambert Field when there’s precipitation – that means my flight will be delayed.
But I’m pretty sure that’s why they put bars in airports.
I haven’t told many people this, but I’ve been working on a novel for a couple of years, now. It revolves around the Holidays. The main character is an alcoholic slacker who lives in a one bedroom apartment.
So far I only have the title – The Bitch That Gave Me Chlamydia.
It’s a work in progress.
Merry Christmas. Happy Hanukkah. And if you’re an atheist, I don’t know what to tell ya.
And you know it’s time to go. Through the sleet and driving snow. Across the fields of mourning to a light that’s in the distance.