August Monday, And I Stay In The Bar For Some Mackerel
Monday, 6th August 2012.
a local photographer calls me up as I’m leaving the office. they’re doing a write-up on us, and he needs some pictures. I tell him to come on over, ask the cooks to prepare whatever he needs and offer him to eat the dishes after he’s done. he shoots his stuff and hurries on without even tasting anything. I stay in the bar for some mackerel while he’s working.
I smoke a cigar on the front porch when I get home. the sky changes, the air becomes colder and then thunder strikes.