Word is out though. Even the Japanese aim a semi-karate shot to the stone.
I don’t begrudge them the act, but somehow it’s been diluted.
Go figure.
I walked into town and decided to get a blast of caffeine for the trip.
As long as I remember, there’s been sentries. Two men who perch on stools at any given hour. Always the same duo. They wear cloth caps, donkey jackets and terylene pants. Never together. They sit at opposite ends of the bar. I wouldn’t swear they even knew each other.
Now here’s the thing.
No matter how you sneak up on these guys or what way you approach them, it never changes. Two pint glasses of Guinness, half full. It’s synchronicity gone ape. You couldn’t plan it. Someday, to walk in and see either full glasses or even empty, then I’ll know change is here to stay.
