For Mikkele

I read this on my friend Mikkele's blog yesterday...why can't crazy alcoholics talk to me while bagging my groceries...ugh...lucky.

"a conversation between me and the grocery bagger" from The Stars Are Awake
by Mikkele Suzanne

him, as he's bagging my groceries: 'you tired?'
me: 'yep'
him: 'me too. long day. but i think i still have a few drinks in me. and i'm not talking about no budweiser stuff either. i'm talking about the HARD stuff.'
me: 'have a good night.'"