I live in a long and narrow red brick apartment complex that is actually two sets of buildings - one on each side of a river canal and one being about 50 feet higher up a hill.
I live on the ground floor on the low side of the river...
I'm drinking a beer
because I walked back from the liquor store - which is across the street from those upper apartments - and I'm still thirsty.
There's a bridge and a long set of brown wood stained stairs that cuts through oaks maples and kudzu connecting the two buildings, its not a long trip, so my thirst excuse just could be an excuse - unless listening to Dead Can Dance mp3's induces alcohol consumption - which it could.
On the way back I passed an old guy sitting next to one of those new bus stops that are really giant product advertisements shaped into a wind break. He asked me for change - of which I had practically none - social or coinage...
So I offered him a beer and he accepted - quite happily. I seriously think I made his day. So I sat next to him and we each drank a cold Rolling Rock out of kingly green bottles on a gun metal weather worn guard rail behind a garish bus stop add for Captain Morgan�s.
What we had in common was nothing
and more than I'd care to
admit.
