“I don’t have the words. I’m too tired,” I said, leaning back in my seat with a sigh. Dave Grossman stood over my shoulder.
“You want me to guest post it? I have a lot of interesting things to say,” he said through a moonshine smile. “My one rule is you can’t read it before it goes up.”
Maybe tomorrow, Dave. Maybe tomorrow.
Dave and I killed it today. Seriously. A thing of legends. Tomorrow is suppose to be windy. Whatever. Doesn’t matter.
-Alex who only had a little white lightening from the ball jar tonight.