The ferry’s just docking. I don’t feel like talking, saw three separate friends avoidance never ends must face them at some point erase them from this joint.
Wanted to write something here but didn’t know what. I was reading a book about the Vanderbilts but it wasn’t holding my attention. So, I came down and found a writing table that had already been abandoned. It’s rainy, misty gray off to work , another day, still not doing much where is the magic touch I’m a lazy such and such. How could I get fired the wife would be ired, what had transpired – just tired and bored and drifting into a frozen fjord. Dead end. My friend.