Another day...

Just back from grabbing another (entirely ill-advised) six pack of delicious NoCal (Petaluma) beer, Lagunitas IPA. Show in the homestretch. NPR "Studio 360" re-broadcast today shortly before I head to theatre. Tonight, as often, just drained from what I pull out of myself to do this, because however incongruous or inappropriate, I only do anything that touches my soul to honour and name and leave my bloody stain for my Miracle Girl. I waste a couple hours watching a basketball game I don't care about and then, as I say, venture out for more takeout brew I don't at all need. Some guy is shouting somewhere. People are disturbed and rush by. I spot him as I return. He's homeless and alone and leaning against a wall. I hand him five bucks and say "take care of yourself, brother" because the kindest, most wonderful girl who ever walked the earth once loved me. He examines the bill and, I think, thanks me. I can't be sure because his words are indecipherable. But the Miracle Girl plucks a chord in my soul. Do the right thing. Someday, someday so soon. Together forever. No more pain...xxoo