I don’t have my bus legs, which meant losing my balance and falling on my ass when reaching my last stop this morning. Someone asked: “Are you okay?” “I’m fine, just embarrassed,” I said. An hour or two later, I was limping. But two ibuprofen and some walking helped me keep going.
We sat outside with the setting sun in our faces, cars and buses riding along Telegraph Avenue beside us, catching up, drinking, gossiping, handing over a few bucks as necessary, and it wasn’t even a funeral or a wake because I could somehow clearly hear everything nice everyone said to and about me.
I kept looking at songwriting credits, doing mild double takes at listed names: oh, that’s who got that song in that album; oh, I didn’t know those two had a hand in that song I couldn’t stop playing two years ago. An old impulse on an ending day that still felt in between or on […]
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