working conversation

it's those little visits which catch you off-guard. they first appear to you as the requisite how-are-yous and catching up on the latest gossip.

then the most delicious of gossip turns into a working meeting. we were not equipped with a whiteboard and pen to map out the logistics, but such is the wonder of the brain: it is capable of containing the most number of information you will it to contain.

then the stuffy box is past its prime (let's hie off for cooler quarters and my turn to treat you. i promise i have money this time.) the working meeting now morphs into the unburdening of the baser emotions. in an interesting turn of events, the toxins do not migrate to my back, the happy recipient of kneading, pressing fingers this morning. could this be possible? an unburdening of petty concerns which remain at the coffee table?

then the unburdening unfolds into the seeds of a dream that needs a home on paper. they need not be the most perfect of ideas, the most breathless thought system.

(does it make sense?) of course it does.

then that's all that matters for now.

do it, damn it.

i have to go home to my son but first i have to get money. (i'll head off for the only home i know)