Welfare reform is the thought of the day as abortion, theater and economics roll around on our tongues. It's the Yin Yang Café on 3rd Street on a Saturday night. Jazz. Wine. Being thrilled at the idea of fruit.
We have befriended Tiffany, a jazz singer/actress from New York. It's all very nice, very cool. Cool. Jazz. Cool beer...no, cold beer.
Tim had scabies at one point of his life, but Danny is only here for the music. The music. The simple tapping of a cymbal while the bass speaks in tongues. If, at one point, the guitar's notes should float wistfully toward me, putting me on a train to Kansas City - a slow train, if you will - I would feel sublime. Lime. Lemon. Orange. Back to fruit, which Marge has craved all day without satisfaction. It's all talk. Sweet, winsome talk.
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