The week started last year 'bout the time we got a new phone system. My most effective tool obliterated into shrapnel of sound floating down down down into a tunnel so deep the voice may very well be lost forever along with the hope we'll ever be able to pay the piper.
I spent one day this week responding to the question, How are you? with, I'm sober. Everyone, it seemed, replied, That's good. I never corrected them.
Oh the drama of it all really.
I think you and me, we just need some Tom on a Friday.