Its Kevin Roberts vs Bill Bryson and Kevin won. Because he is the one with all the love. Bill just has history going for him. No love. So he lost. Sounds like a rap song? That’s because right now Outkast is belting out Bombs over Baghdad on my PC. I have only 35% of juice left in my batteries. It won’t be long before it dries off. I hope the main power supply is restored before that. For some strange reason I am now mentally in Dxb at the Aerosmith concert. I drove all the way down for that concert. I didn’t have to pay for the tickets as my friend paid for it. I am now walking with them from the parking lot looking at all the Harleys and people from all walks of life. Steven Tyler was a riot. So was Joe Perry. So was the belly dancer who pirouetted with Steve for the ending song. I saw many familiar faces there. Only one recognized me. For the others I was a seen-somewhere-before face.
Looks like the fog just spared my window to the street. The street lights looked liking smokers in an alley. The cobble stones were wet from the drizzle. The street dogs were busy barking at something. A breeze just unsettled the garbage can's lid. My world hasn't changed much. Everyday I look for some sign of change. Nothing seems to change. I have grown bald. My eyesight has dimmed. My kids have grown. The window pane has gathered dust and dirt. The spiders have evolved. Some old buildings have given way to new ones. The neon signs have gone. Still nothing seem to have changed. Change they say has to come from within. But then, what can come out of an empty narrow dead end?
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