my scruffy city

I was just tasting my first Wisers n’ Pepsi when a giant spirit train rumbled through the city. We could hear it echoing through the bar, through the windows from honking horns blazing in every direction, and trembling up under our feet in a ground swell.









The city was projecting.


People who’d just met each other started making elated plans to drive in carloads to New Jersey. A haze of communal bliss better than a city sized wedding. And that Drury guy, he’s kinda hot . . . look at that scruff . . . so the after interviews even, it was alllllllllll gooooooooood.

brighter than sunshine - aqualung