overdue outlook...

i've been ignoring my web diary in favour of the paper kind...
in a brief note, my thoughts:

the world lost an author
at least that's what the obits have shared
truly, a infectious sense of humour has been stolen
the thing about literature though
is that it leaves an impressionable legacy
with my confident recommendation, it lit the heart of my love
tell your friends to read vonnegut
you'll become a better friend

bars are bars
they all seem a little bit the same on the inside
like comfortable shoes
lights, music, beverages, shots, stupidity, fun
a night of debauchery is usually just that
presently, the only tangible thing missing is familiarity
snide comments and inside jokes are on the back-burner
introductions in the foreground
i'm not sure what tipped them off to my "from away" status
houndstooth coat, scarf, useless red belt, pointed toe flats
all of the above?

that old saying really does make perfect sense
it is like riding a bike
you don't forget how to pedal
and although at first you wobble
it begins to feel like second nature in time
no, really
i brought a new bike
and that's exactly how it felt...