I obtained a file cabinet and stuffed it with important documents. As I stood, relishing in accomplishment, I realized that I hadn’t purchased a fire proof model. If my house were to ever burn bright like a Christmas tree, so would my tax documents, mortgage statements and monthly pest control invoices. An adult would have thought this through. An adult would not have filled empt space with copies of The Preacher or Battle Pope.
It might come one day, the ability to make responsible decisions without fretting over pop culture collectables. Let’s hope it doesn’t.
I’m on to my fourth George Pelecanos novel. Not really connecting with this one as I did so easily with the others. I’ll give it time. Now that I have a DVR, I have nothing but time. I’ll watch that guilty pleasure later, please and thank you.
There are three teachers in this room. Five degrees, if I remember correctly. We are all on our lap tops with our cell phones resting just to the left. There is also coffee. Damn, it feels good to be a gangsta.