Over a Liter

I got to the bar on West Seventh a bit early.  I wasn’t sure how long it would take me to swim the mile through the sticky air, so I made sure I had too much time.  If nothing else, it was good to have some time to sit in the AC and imagine the sweaty stink drying off of me.  This was a meeting with someone who I hadn’t seen in a while, someone who might do something really great for me.  Some work was a possibility, but what I was hoping for more than anything was a little confirmation.

Continue reading