Yakitori. Chicken on a stick, 80 cents each. Beer. Afternoon near the park. Alone. Well besides all the other middle aged guys sitting next to me. Nobody is talking just thinking, eating, drinking. I slept well, dreamed a lot, woke up wondering what I missed that night on the town... well I think the town missed me... but I know that would have been quite lonely too. sigh
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