"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
Just a little something I like to recite as I walk into the White Water Tavern sometimes.
Little Rock, Arkansas. 3.5.2014.
Four years ago, I would go to River City Coffee every day to write. There was something great about the rich brown interior and that coffee shop smell (obvi). (For you NOLA followers, it had very much the feel of the Neutral Ground Coffee House.) Today was so cold, I thought I’d make the trek up the hill to River City in its new location, but it’s just not the same, so I didn’t go in. And thus I continue my streak of not producing words.
Little Rock, Arkansas. 3.3.2014.
Oh, that’s hilarious. It was someone’s birthday at the office and so you put a bunch of Post-Its all over his stuff and wrote “Happy Birthday” on every single one.
(To be honest, I do kind of enjoy crap like this. I just know how cliche it is and so I want to act like I’m incapable of seeing the point.)
North Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.28.2014.
I wish I would’ve kept a history of the things I put in my eggs over the years. It would be interesting to see the evolution. I do remember the major phases.
Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.25.2014.
SIDENOTE: These are exciting times.
Audra: Hey, Guy, do you want some of these leftovers to take for lunch tomorrow?
g: You don’t have to send me with leftovers, but if you want to do that, I’m not going to turn it down.
Audra: Your lunch is in the sack in the fridge.
**Goes to work the next day, opens lunch sack, experiences what it must have felt like to be the most popular kid at the school lunch table. Sobs quietly in cubicle.**
North Little Rock, Arkansas. 2.24.2014.
SIDENOTE: That thing in the Ziploc bag is a homemade protein bar with banana, oats, peanut butter and chocolate chips. Healthy. Delicious.