Drinking. I was drinking at the Toolbar again.
A red wine flowing like fluorescence down a
stairwell in the dark : back-lit, black-lit posterized
messages. 'Be careful, she might repeat what you
say.' Well, really that was the last I heard. The
star-spangled lady of the house had just walked
in. I was conked on the head, hearing Gershwin's
Rhapsody In Blue condensed as if all,one sound.
Not bad actually.