There were more than five strange narratives that happened to me in the span of three hours. It was great. I’m going to drink some beer & make some books by hand and write about it on one of the good typewriters (have to sell it so I got to say goodbye lol) but one of them was when I was walking behind the ice rink building or whatever it is called…and I was smoking a’ smoke and then as I cut through the parking lot a charter bus from Wisconsin pulled up and a whole hockey team ran off while the coaching staff was just screaming many f-bombs. I was thinking damn this is nonsense while I was just standing there. One of the hockey dudes was struggling because he had no shoes on and he goes, “hey man… can you hang on to my bag” “sure” I said….and do note: Hockey bags are real heavy but make a weird writer guy look funny and out-of-place while he has a cigarette hanging out of his mouth and mismatched colored mittens on his hands. lol. good show society. Keep it up.
Adventures In American Writing 