Tuesday, February 13, 2018

Not So Anonymous

The dog sniffs her usual tree (after sniffing her usual rocks), so I stand around with a not terribly bright look on my face until she finishes, and two guys walk by, with a third coming the other way.

"Patrick!" one of the first two says. "We're just going to get a bite to eat beforehand."

"Yeah, I was gonna," his voice drops a little, "work with my sponsor before the meeting."
One year ago: Morning Session
Two years ago: Do You Like PiƱa Coladas?
Three years ago: After a Fashion
Four years ago: We Are Conspicuous At The Comedy Show
Five years ago: The Solution
Teny years ago: My Lungs Are A Swamp

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