We try to kill time but time ends up killing us.
Jack Fate (Bob Dylan)
...woke from a bad dream, started right off thinking nasty thoughts about myself, mumbled shit shit shit dragging myself out of bed...not the most auspicious start to the day...
...meditated with early Grateful Dead in the background, ate high fiber cereal, and checked e-mail...three comments on the new blog post, one of them spam...also checked the political news...don’t ask...
...headed out for coffee...September making itself known...needed more layers than I have in months...bright out, though...took some pictures of stray flowers growing out of people’s bushes...in two blocks saw two cop cars going by slowly...figured somebody was having a rougher morning than I...
...turned out it was a thief grabbing an i-phone off a woman’s table at the very coffee shop I was heading for...a friend, a marathon runner, was beating himself up for almost but not quite catching the guy, who leaped down a ten foot drop by the railroad tracks....personally, I’m inclined to think that apprehending a criminal with your bare hands is a far better idea on T.V. than in real life...where people get hurt...as such, things really didn’t end so badly...
