John Doe

I heard this song in a cab in Shanghai and tried not to cry.  I’d never heard it before.

“Once you put the drinks on hold, maybe you can come back home.”

I’d been out in the wilderness so long, I’d forgotten what home felt like.

Lost hat

I lost my hat.

I took a cab to the meeting tonight, instead of the subway, because I was running a bit late; then, I de-cabbed at my destination sans hat.

Goodbye hat.

It’s the first thing I have lost in Shanghai.  Check the oceans to see if they have turned to blood, for surely the end is nigh.

The promises of AA should include “vast improvement in stuff retention.”