Well, perhaps not “boredom.” Midday spent going through Mom’s house. I found nothing I wanted to keep and sat isolating myself with Fluffy the Laptop. Buck found lots of things, including a pile of letters Mom collected over the years from a cousin-in-law of mine who started sending her abusive letters after I prevented him from stealing from Mom any longer.
I wait to go home again. I partake of the noise of South Beach from afar. It’s as loud as the noise on Sunset Strip, but not as interesting. I haven’t heard a single police bullhorn since I’ve been here.
white pebble 