I don’t believe what I just saw.

There is photographic evidence that Jesus rides on tornado clouds. I guess he’s bored watching us do all of the work. Destruction is in his blood. Maybe he’s a slave to his profession just like the rest of us. We mourn the loss of the ones we love, but in some circumstances, it is acceptable for the dead to lie where they fall. I hope that is the case with me. Just let the flies lay their eggs in my eyes.

My favorite month is upon us. I love October. I never want it to end. I cling to it for dear life every year like I were clinging to a fence post in a hurricane. It rained last night. So I got drunk and walked around after it stopped. I like the way the wet concrete glistens under the streetlights. The cool damp air made me miss you. I think too much. That is my biggest problem.

It is starting to get cold again. I mean, nothing major, just a small postcard from winter telling me it is on its way.