I am sitting on the floor of my apartment. It’s a Thursday and the guys with the snowblowers are going around outside for the 100th time in three days. My cars keep dying. Or at least the batteries do and there are repairs to be made. The sun is coming out, though. Icicles hanging off apartment gutters like translucent beards. I have a record out called Topics. I know some friends who like it. It has electric guitars and singing. Does anyone read this stuff? What am I going to make for dinner tonight?
Anyway. See you soon.