Born in the USA
The wife comes down as I’m into the third cup of coffee, going on line five of Wordle.She points to her phone, and my stomach jerks.I can make out the slanted T of the evil empire: Ticketmaster.ENJOY.Fuck.ENVOY.Saved, I toss away my pad before I can be mocked with the little Phew!. “Hey, did you see…
When I’m 64……
I’m sitting at the bar at Pappy and Harriet’s treating myself to a full breakfast: Creamy egg yolks soak into the sourdough toast, deliciously greasy bacon strips nap upon a bed of fried potatoes. I dig in with only the slightest pang of guilt, consoling myself with the fact that tomorrow it will be back…
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