Wednesday, March 23, 2016

That Ol' Devil Moon

The three of us walk out of the bar: Katie, me, and our friend that Katie used to date before she met me. We've each had a couple, but not more than a couple.

As we walk down Fifth Avenue in Brooklyn, south towards home, the giant, blazing yellow moon comes out from behind a building; and when I comment on "that ol' devil moon," our friend wonders why.

"On a full moon I tend to become more emotionally..., volatile," I say grandly while Katie nods in emphatic agreement.

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