Tuesday, an unexpected day off, the text while I'm at the gym and just leaving for work, plans now that I have it free, to go the library, do some slight work, then for dinner - treat myself to a steak at the Diner on Baker, and I should have known better, the steak, it's an ordeal, not a treat, chewy, tough, with no great flavor, it's wretched really, but I suck it up and put on a happy face for the server.
Followed by the Poetry Slam, now in the Royal, busy, I always preferred poetry in Cafe's, but I must be a beatnik, the bar, this bar, it's nearly full, and the stage is a proper stage and they have some guest readers, some old faces, some new faces, and - mercifully, most of the poems are short so when quality fails you're not being tortured long.
Follow this with a trip to the liquor store, I'm in need of my medicine, the ambulance whirring across the street to Narcan another overdose, this - 3, 4 times a day, note all the new migratory homeless faces...the ambulance, it's; going 3-4 times a day, and this in a city of 10,000...