Day

What a day.

I passed a housing inspection.

I scheduled the removal of nearly 100 feet of tree, from someone else’s property.

I bought $5000 of windows … for my tenant … the nun.

I wandered the streets of my college town, recalling the glory days.

And now, I sit, finishing my hookah, and I hear the following from the next table over: “Dude, this comes from a place of love, but I don’t think that a convention of psychiatrists could help you.”