081313 #copperhead I sure could use a drink of something, though. I do have some water in a bottle in my bag under the seat my aching ass is pressing down. But still. Sure could go for a nice, tall, steamy, dark-roast, fresh, black, styrofoam-surrounded co-mother-fuckin-*fee.* Yeah that's like a fucking dream, as the sun ticks another nanosecond down towards the bridge, the reeds, the bats, the cattails, and the world outside this narrow little channel of invisibility. And another. And another. He's never going to show. I've disappeared, haven't I? Why am I down here? It's so quiet all of a sudden. Where'd the guy with the chainsaw go? The water licks the rocks with lewd suggestions. The water, I realize, has dismantled everything it touches. What's that thing about the softest thing in the world? Destroys the world. Until it gets destroyed. Dude, I don't even know what the fuck I'm talking about any more. I'm like some kind of lame low-budget animé cartoon in my own head. I'm almost certain now this was a bad idea.