Captain Courage, roll up your thick sleeves 09 May 2003
Thursdays were built for thunder. I walked to the Deadwood for the second time in one day, stopping too often to tie my boots, which were falling apart anyway, the sole of the left one separating ... but I made it to the bar before the rain came, and Robin and I watched as the sky colored itself green and everything descended. On my way there was a dome of lightning. Later on, we all drank beer in sofas, safe in the womb the bar provides, attended on by friends, playing drinking games and laughing endlessly. I got drunk and cannot be expected to wake early. Thursdays were built for thunder.