7.17.01 A bucolic scene out my window A boy stooping to scribble in the still damp float smooth sidewalk repair out front. I prepare a GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY MOTHERFUCKING WET CEMENT YOU IDIOT remark, pause to reconsider (That’s a remark some bitter half crazed half drunk old man rains down on unsuspecting children from a broken down second story haunted house window) and with the bellowing voice of Abraham let the remark fly on the breeze. The lad beats feet on one of them new fangled scooter gizmos and I smile crookedly another cold beer cradled in my hand.