My Cardboard Balcony

I just got back from a crazy Giants game. Brexit happened. My head feels like a rock with anxiety grooves all over it. The world seems to be going completely insane. I'm just going to leave that all there. No deep introspection tonight. Not in the mood. Need sleep. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Traumatic Head Injury Psychic by Belinda Roddie After the concussion, I somehow could see into the future.

We sat on my grandmother's patio, just under the wooden awning so the sun couldn't quite reach our already sweating brows, and shared a can of cold beer between us. We were lucky to have brought a cooler of ice to the barbecue - once the power blew, there was no way we could utilize the refrigerator. So Donna and I took turns sipping, letting the bitter foam gloss over our dry, chapped lips before the carbonation settled into our stomachs like it had found a new home.