Of course it's to be a nonsensical unrelated title. What care I for cheap gas? What with my blatant disregard for money and prestige and power...
My blank mind frightens me. I even find myself doing solitaire (again after all these years). I thank gods for the edge of Los Angeles. I curse gods for the same.
When Mark sat across from me on my hovel couch - and asked "what are you going to do?" with his puppy sad eyes, the ole total panic and guilt arose over this eddy in the side of the river in which I seem to have trapped myself.
Muster courage and do things. Tomorrow is just a concept.