Life becomes monotonous for the next forty-eight hours. I have dinner with Aunt Ruby and my mother. I go to work. I read a little. I sleep. I hang out at The Hoffstetter and enjoy a few drinks, obtaining a sturdy buzz and chatting it up with Frankie, flirting with him. Shame on me. I drive Aunt Ruby to the airport and send her home. My life is bleak. I’m the most boring person on the planet. I’m barely living. Jesus, help me.
April 15 is memorable. Not because I pay my taxes.
It drizzles outside. I end my ninety-minute session of drinking and talk with Frankie at The Hoffstetter Inn. I like the rain and decide to walk home instead of taking a cab. It’s just a few blocks. The drizzle is cold, perfect. There’s a light wind I find soothing and bearable. I see a man in the distance on Redd S
