High TidesChapter 21 Going Down Town
If you allow time and space. ALLOW? I wish time and space were plentiful and free as rain. Only need to ‘allow’ them. Scarce like healthy fried fast foods. After Marshall, well satisfied, departed, I closed my eyes, to catch forty winks. After only one wink, I was up again. Damned insistent knocking on my door. Maybe space and time mean nothing, without some peace in which to enjoy them? “Who is it? What the fuck d’ya want? It’s barely damned dawn, for Pete’s sake!” “Darling? It’s me!”...