I was out for the last couple of hours of the day, as the bars and pubs are still open here and I drew, because that's what I do when I go out, I draw and drink, almost always something non-alcoholic and while I liked the two drawings that I drew, which I do, but there are ones that I like more than others, it's becoming a thing that not only does the warming up help, I enjoy it, even though I don't warm up for very long.
The little bit that I do is good for me.
So I was feeling the story man while I was away from home and I was a little on the bawdy side with the little half story that I came up with.
And after leaving I said that I punched fire and saved a woman back during the first Bush Administration, for the Americans and the end stages of the Mulroney government for Canadians, which was why I....
enjoyed her company.
I did enjoy a woman's company back then, but it was because I punched fire.
Still, wouldn't that be cool if it was possible?
Or is this very thought dangerous because of the children.
That's a fair point but I'd be surprised if any children were to read my writing.
And adults?
I hope not. I want the adults to read my writing.
Adults who are related by blood?
Aye, that'd be nice, however unrealistic it is of happening.
Oh.
Yeah, that sounds like a shot against...
Me for certain.
I would write more, but I don't have an idea where it's going so this is a good place to bring this quarter's poetry to an end.
And with the expanded breakfast hour now here, I'm going to enjoy myself some breakfast pizza, even though I've had a lesser harvest today compared to yesterday.
But I'm in good stead nonetheless.