Dear K,
Tonight I ran in the rain. I ran past people in cars and men standing outside the few fashionable restaurants. Wearing their trench coats and holding umbrellas out for their wives.
I didn't feel good during the run. I felt weak and strained and my lungs wheezed. My knees hurt, and my shins hurt, and my feet hurt. But I feel better now. Afterwards I stretched and took a bath, and watched a documentary about baseball, I've been watching this series about baseball and it makes me feel like an American. It makes me think of the springs I used to know with four or five other farm children in the pastures. We would take turns and run bases made from scratches of dirt. Every now and then the ball would land in a cowpie and we'd stop playing for a while to decide who had to clean it off.
Just before I went to bed, dreaming of the ball park, the crack of the bat, I remembered that I hadn't moved my car this morning and I went to go move it to the company lot.
I haven't found my car yet, I'm afraid it has been towed by the city.
I want to say "When am I going to catch a break?"
But really, a break is anything you decide is a break. I'm not really looking for any. Mostly I'd like to meet interesting beautiful people and pass my days watching the minor league team throw the ball back towards the infield to get the runner out at third.
It still stirs my insides to hear "Take Me Out To The Ballgame",
Just like watching fireworks,
-K
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