Me? Oh, no thank you. No, I’m just waiting. I’m waiting for somebody. Yeah, I know, and I’m not even sure I’m in the right place. His name is Edridge, you see, and he told me I would find him – today – at the
“We’re walking in circles.” “No we’re not. We’re not walking in circles. What makes you say that we’re walking in circles?” “Because we’re walking in circles..? It’s a factual statement that I decided to, you know, state.” “You shouldn’t speak with such authority, as if
It’s a shame, innit, what this place has become. Nobody takes care of things anymore. Nobody cares. This used to be a neighborhood. A place with families. Ladies and baby buggies and the goddamn bus stopped at every other block because the people, the people
He was nothing like the dragons of old. No Fafnir, he, much less Nidhogg, Nick was uninterested in gold and insufficiently ambitious to ever earn a fearsome name. His effigy clutches a shield, as if he had taken it from some would-be dragon slayer. This is
Granny Dobbs (on my Pop’s side) used to say I have a bump of direction. What she meant is that I can’t get lost. Even if I have to flap my hand a little bit when indicating left or right, I always know which way’s
I never really believed, but I guess I always knew you would come.
01/01/2012 Image – Photo by Kevin McShane