WONDERING ABOUT MEANS
you question something, in your mind. "I'm wondering about school,
should I have extra English lessons?" American self-esteem has taken a beating lately
so we could use some good news, and now we have some even though
it arrived from haggard old eyes that turn to silence, darkness, smiles,
endless nights and endless miles. Narratives of the author's
experiences in the field strike a surface noisily to attract attention, especially when
waiting to be let in through a door just for shits and giggles.
There's an ingredient of good writing that comes no other way,
and the more of it you do, the better. The wannabe sons of mobsters
create incredibly sophisticated (and temporary) works of art
by knocking them down, and get themselves into more trouble than anyone
could anticipate. More and more persons had gone into the mountains,
and every available point near the town had been preempted.
This reporter shall attempt to dress casually
in a golf shirt with a vagabond crew, powerful enough to
knock someone unconscious. There's nothing I wouldn't do,
but I've started talking to myself. It's giving me earache.
And I keep wondering who's holding. Does anyone happen to know
the front sprocket's torque spec off the top of their head?
I can't find my manual, for I just moved.