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2010-04-13 11:52:21 ET (Written on my Blackberry) "Noir Bingo" The voice was a jarring snub to sleep. It was nails against blackboard. Grater against granite. It was a man's voice. A voice of Authority. A voice in blue uniform. Baton in hand, swinging. "I said get your legs off the seat, buddy. Don't make me tell you twice." I put my feet down on the train floor. "You just did" I said and leaned back and closed my eyes just enough to barely see the cop glare at me but then wander off to some other part of the train car. I didn't need the hassle. It had been a long day and it was the beginning of an even longer night. I was feeling the heat of being awake too long. That feeling that every hard-working insomniac knows. The stuffed sinuses. The pores of the skin that seem to stay open forever as to allow all the grim and the filth to enter as they'd please. I dislike that feeling and thus tonight possessed something special that had forced me to endure this unpleasantness. Tonight was bingo night at the old folks home. And I, a gambler for the hearts of old rich women, loved bingo. |
